Wave of Rage

What does it take to be the one
to turn from it all and freely run?

Fuel is all that is needed...
for inside of a dreamer there lies the seed
the hope the dream to one day be free.
In the twist of fate, the turn of a key
the fuel of a rage that will soon burn instantly....
All that was clung to, held close and dear...
can be let gone in the wind.... without a single tear.

For when the ride begins and wave is in motion...
the rage that will follow becomes the consuming devotion.
Words spit and flung like leaves of a season,
spinning around giving little rhyme to the reasons.
Churning anger within each one that it sees...
this wave of rage... crashes and heads back to sea.
But not before leaving lasting impressions,
evidence of the devastation, proof will be born...
that this rage...
~ oh, but it definitetly did...
let those who chose... ride it... all the way to the shore,
where it crashed and destroyed
like never before.

Giving the fuel, fuel needed to be ...
free.
Free to find and water that seed.
Leaving the wave to now carry freely out to sea...
the seed of hope,
the seed of a dream.

@s.irfan 4-19-2013