My life has become a pendulum <br />always swings to opposite directions <br />running inspired yet feels desperate <br />void space I try to fill with substance <br />in this adult phase of my existence <br />nothing concrete I have done yet. <br /> <br />My life has become a paint brush <br />on canvas it strikes wantonly at will <br />reckoning thoughts filling this mind <br />a day-dream creating its own world <br />God knows I crave for contentment <br />and happiness for my own family. <br /> <br />Been myself in solitary thoughts <br />reviewing my life to contemplate <br />and reflects how I perform in life <br />to make my struggles worthwhile <br />or will it just end without a mark?<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-reflection-3/
