Can I Live

As I ride through the night,
I ponder this distant life
seen through this near-sight,
pain endured light;
so no longer do I fight
in fear of what I’ll write.

So I re-evaluate life,
while shinning a gleaming light
on the battles that I fight
while I ponder what I’ll write
with this much so blurry sight
that’s even worse in the foggy night.

See what I believed is a beautiful sight,
has been disguised with a distant light
of the devils that I fight
too often every night
as I grab the pen to write
about this so-called life

Often what is done at night
is usually brought to the light
by the pen I use to write.
But from this obscured sight
my mind studies life
typically ending in a fight.

So I search for the light
to shine as I write
what I think will ease this night
illuminating my sight,
giving my heart for something to fight
placing a new perspective on life

But who cares what I write,
they don’t see it from my sight.
They’re too worried about their life
and the battles that they fight
that when speaking of my opaque night
they wouldn’t shed a fading light

So, to the air do I fight
on such a gloomy night
that I may live through what I write.