My Book Of Legends Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I can't control this.
The power burning inside of me.
By definition I shouldn't even be.
But I keep coming back.
For one more.

Just give me an encore.
The world resting on my shoulders.
It's my turn to take a bow.
To be proud.
Even with accomplishments so few.

The heart is in right the place.
Speed at the right pace.
No time to accept any disgrace.
Wasting away inside.
I'm still alive.

I got keep fighting.
Keep on writing.
Through decades, the paints change there colors.
Some lighten others darken.
Nothing exactly the same.
But I can't complain.

It is like riding a bike now.
No way to forget how.
So shine the shoes, iron those quartero pants, putting on the suit and tie.
Transforming myself.
Becoming something of a legend.

Maybe I don't even exist.
But it doesn't feel that way.
So serious.
Breaking it all down.

Being so happy all the time.
Falling in love with my angel each and everyday.
Defeating another challenge each and everyday.
It is my book of legends.
And I'm the only one can write it.
No one else.

Taking my place, mirroring my face.
Just not possible.
Even in the chaos of the worse storm.
This is the jacket I have always worn.
See the tag, it has got my name on it.
My name on it.