It Begins at the End

Rushing into the roads,
I could feel my blood,
As it rushed through all of my pulsating veins.
Adrenaline does get explosive
When its mixed With tears.
And fear can get past all emotions,
In just a blink of red flowing eyes.
Hush me
If I cry too loud
for I am in a mad rush;
Out to reach tomorrow today.

Just yet I cannot give in.
Or give up.
For I have to find a way out of this moment.
I need to be somewhere. I am needed.
I have been seeded, with pain again.

But this is not who I started out to be.
Not me.
Someone's waiting out there with red roses
And a bunch of caring thoughts for me.
I am at the wrong place.
At the wrong time.
I cannot float away into the ephemeral skies.
Not tonight.
Not this time.
Zipping past blood on my face and hands.
I can feel the need to go far away.
To call it quits.
To say I am done..
.
.

I remember where I begun.
In a bright sun lit afternoon,
so unlike this stormy night.
I can fly, in my dreams.
Or so it seems, to me.

Someplace within my dreams.
Some lines within my hands.
Call out to me.
To be.
To stay,
for just another moment
and then to find the thought that I have held on to...

Every day that I have lived.
That which I have dreamed.
I need to live it now.
Here it begins,
where it was supposed to end.
And a beautiful dream,

to fly...