Live

[ThePoet]

I drift among the shifting ones, mischievous, my business done;

A victim and a victor, with a silver spun and silken tongue.

Wilted flower. Wilful son. Disregard the distance run.

Buildings tower over us. I did the thing I wished was done.

I missed the mark and hit the target. I've kissed her parted lips.

I've lived amidst the mist. I consider us as passing ships.

Press your fist against the bricks and place your bets on which will give.

Face the facts but change the factors. Make your name. Be bigger. Live.

[emiindreamland]

I love this. Great job!

[ThePoet]

Thank you much!