Myself In Limbo

My weary eyes
these weary eyes,
for so long its been unclear
to see past today
for commitment was my fear
for so long its been this way.
My unconscious mind
this unconscious mind,
for so long its never thought
to know there could be more
this was not my only shot
just like the ones before.
My beating heart
this beating heart,
incoherent to the broken times
comfortable in that rocking chair
never pin pointed what was deprived
for this heart I have was unfair.
My empty hands
these empty hands,
held on to the good they felt
traced the picture everyday
let go of the bad they held
then found out I had a say.

Good bye to those weary eyes,
for they found a new perspective.
So long to that unconscious mind,
for it found a new prodigy.
Hello to my beating heart,
as its found quality.
Farewell to empty hands,
as they have been filled with another.