True love has slipped through my fingertips. <br />In the dark I cry on a starlit night. <br />The oak tree's reach is high in the distance. <br />These wooden stairs are never soft. <br />I see possibilities all around me. <br />But my hearts a slave inside an electric fence. <br />Can never smoke enough to make me feel free. <br />On a cold, lonely night I sit and reminise. <br />In the night skys lies simple answers to life. <br />As the darkness ends, a new dawn emerges. <br />The sun has risen I still cant decide... <br />Is going on another day... really worth it?<br /><br />Lance Carthen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-wooden-stairs/
