Striving for the impossible

Striving for the impossible
Slaving away typing words of wonder, Blank pages covered in sin, Choices made in a moment, I slash a life, God had no power here, Go back in time, Play that game, Reverse that line, We can’t all be striving for the same goal, We run like giants, And play like dogs, We cry like wolves, Sinning like ravens, We hear, “ Never More” But we yearn for more, Taking more, Running with our arms spread out, Screaming “ give me more.” Pages bleed through our eyes, We can’t talk about it, It’s dark, A secret that we keep, We can’t run like wolves, We can’t hide like sharks, The ocean we strive for, It’s far and wide, To be reached with one single stride, We play our guns at our feet, We want to pull the trigger like were sheep, But were too busy trying to reap, Life with bleeding money, Our fingers are tied, Our ideas are releasing, We can feel the pleasure, Reeling like children, We run like giants, Pulling woven words, Along a path, We are slaving away, To prove ourselves, That impossible, Is achievable, But as we work, Our grind disrupts, Like unwanted error, We get stuck between, Being great, And being misjudged. Blank pages covered in sin, Choices made in a moment, I slash a life, God had no power here, Go back in time, Play that game, Reverse that line, We can’t all be striving for the same goal, We run like giants, And play like dogs, We cry like wolves, Sinning like ravens, We hear, “ Never More” But we yearn for more, Taking more, Running with our arms spread out, Screaming “ give me more.” Pages bleed through our eyes, We can’t talk about it, It’s dark, A secret that we keep, We can’t run like wolves, We can’t hide like sharks, The ocean we strive for, It’s far and wide, To be reached with one single stride, We play our guns at our feet, We want to pull the trigger like were sheep, But were too busy trying to reap, Life with bleeding money, Our fingers are tied, Our ideas are releasing, We can feel the pleasure, Reeling like children, We run like giants, Pulling woven words, Along a path, We are slaving away, To prove ourselves, That impossible, Is achievable, But as we work, Our grind disrupts, Like unwanted error, We get stuck between, Being great, And being misjudged. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9YeCdzKT4c https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/perfection/