It has always been a reach,
trying to be someone I am,
someone I am not.
How can I when these feelings,
once my prisoner,
are the imprisoned
and my own heart
holds the key
in unyielding fists?
Though I reach and reach
to unlock my soul
and fulfill my potential,
my heart holds the key
farther away
from my fingertips
the closer I get.
Reach
Chaos of Life 