Angels Landing

Don’t spend time counting down the hours when the sun is shining
Spend the time living the moments that have and haven’t begun
Good advice for a man with eyes on an angel and a grenade in hand
He’s so close to pulling the pin, it’s the fear that he really can’t stand
His heart ticks with an angry fuse, “I’m not the man you think I am.”
The inevitable is intolerable and his finger twitches on the trigger
White light flashes but he resists the explosion, a misery he can’t figure
Wishing upon the stars with defiance he finds himself torn asunder
Pieces from the past, puzzled at the future he digs his six feet under
Miles from the comfort of embrace but minutes from misunderstanding
He travels down a lonely road but not without the love of an angel’s landing.

© 2007 Cordell J. Larkin

I don't mean for you to suffer from my burdens I am just a man struggling to fight the future.