A Little Close; A Little Far. Poem by Freewill Amon

Sometimes I go through the day without rest
Sometimes I lie in my bed to ease the stress
And when I open my eyes to behold reality,
I would wish I could make my dreams real.


If I see, I might take
Out of curiosity, I might taste
If I taste, I might swallow
And if I do, I would be said to be shallow.


When I look, my attention gets caught
When I see, I get distracted in my thought
When I watch, I would want to get a little closer
With hope that the nightmare will be over.


I just want to be a little close, and a little far
A little close, but not too far
All I want is to be free
And I am keeping it real.


Like the eagle, I soar
Like the lion, I roar
I think that I am moving forward
But my lonely heart tells me that I am a coward


Nevertheless, the man in the mirror remains a champion
He still frees his will like the lion
He still won't give up as a soldier
And he still walks around in broad shoulders.