Forever In A Bottle Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Forever In A Bottle



Your mediocre at best, I keep hearing this.
For me like that makes a difference.
How can such words define who I am.
I was never part of the pact or clan and have no expectations to suddenly be.
My reasons, my fuel, my fire that burns this midnight hour.
Like stories among the campfire.
Tell me can you hear them?
I can, every day of every waking moment.
They follow me when I go to work.
Their at the door to greet me when I come home.
Well do tell what do they say?
They're dreams and wishes spilt upon a dozen news papers.
They're hopes and prayers within the stars.
They are everything and yet they are but a thin slice of time.
A moment claimed as if you own it.
And maybe you do, maybe you don't.
But still you must speak of it as if it were.
Forever in bottle.
Hold it tight.
Shake it.
Then remove the lid, and let it go.
It turns into this humongous rocket ship that is taking off with out you.
Better hurry up and get on.
It's an exploration, it's an exhibition, it's an infinite amount of premonitions.
Destiny foretold, and fates un-abiding.
She won't change, she already been decided.

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