by Ben Ayuko
{image by blakeArt}
Is it not too late, for me to dream
To dust off my past, to forgive my sins
To set on a course, a new one for me
That I’ve always wanted, always believed
Is it not too late, for me to rise
To the occasion, with new open eyes
Take-off this facade, this funny disguise
And out of the shadows, into the night
Is it not too late, to howl at the moon
So rugged and primal, my pores they will ooze
Glorious purpose, a new kind of hue
Surrounding this man, oh what would he do
Is it not too late, to show off the shine
Like brilliant lightning bouncing divine
Inside of a bottle, I pour it outside
Reveal all the content, no more can hide
Is it not too late, to retrace my steps
Back to the beginning, to what i have left
In pieces and tatters and just recollect
Every single detail and just start again
Is it not too late, for Jesus to forgive me
All of the sins that he carries upon he
All of the lacerations that I’m causing
All of the blood that he’s bleeding ’cause of me
Is it not too late, to rise from the ashes
Hover Over Olympus like a savage
Like a Titan ready-to take on the masses
Like a bomb ticking away till the last breath
Is it not too late, to be more than I am
To become a being, worthy of a grand
Reception in Valhalla when I Land
To get back on-the-path, originally planned