A DIFFERENT BEAT

I type on an on line after line in a rhytmic fashion with set iambs and unsettled thoughts. They read perfect and are my best so far. I have no doubts, let the world read it and praise my skills. But I realize, no time has not yet come let my self mature and wait till my fingers can say a toast to my life. I undo my typing faster than ever before.

Doubly blinded I crawl towards a land unknown, where The gates are closed, there I feel a foot, cold unwelcoming Destiny stands tall. I look within, and tell myself The bars are wide, move on I feel a whiff of warm air Dawn has broken in. Doubly blinded I move into my future.