Open Road

By Bruce Clifford

The road is open
The sky is closed
The days are shifted
The moon glows

The words are saved
The battles are won and lost
The roll of the waves
The panic and the cost

We are here to limit ourselves
We are beings born into this hell
We are the masters of our own restraints
We are the shadows of the those promises we made

The open path
The jar is torn
The nights are shifted
The roses thorn

The happy ever after
The panic within
The limits of standards
The will to win

©5/1/14 Bruce Clifford