Blinded By The Past

My past lingers in the air.
A future unclear, a life unfair.
All I do is stand and stare.
When will someone hear my prayer.


My plans lie in wait.
Balancing luck with fate.
So many options on my plate.
Got to get my head straight.


The answers lie ahead on the track.
Running, but the wind pulls me back.
Eyes drowning in the color black.
Languishing, I watch my life crack.


The way out I must find.
Create a clear path in my mind.
Let life with color bind.
This way, I will no longer be blind.