hold the stick

in my hand i hold
the greatest wand of all times;
yet i knew it not
feeling hopeless when things went wrong
battering my sole for i had no wand;

the touch of which
shall get the sky glowing;
the feel of which
gets the feathers flying;
the sense of which
makes a man's presence;
the glow of which
enlightens hope;
and the use of which
brings success and happiness;
and the beholder of it
most pure,true and living;

the air that i breath,
the mind that thinks for me,
and the heart that beats
once struggled their way through!

had i known of what to do then
I'd be a born genius,
or should i say
a born robot;
though I've wasted time
on relentless pleasures
and made my self a hundred queen;
yet i feel
the waste wasn't in haste!

now i know
what i lose,
what i left undone
and what that results in is known
so now i will play the rebound
where the clock will again strike 12!.....
.....to return there
where i belong
and use my hand
what it beholds for good!

have i to say I've lost the battle
I'll say I'm still alive
and may be not on the grounds yet,
be it what ever this time
i will let chivalry lead my bones
bravery take me to the thrones
and wand guide me through
this time i promise
I'll stand with full try
and know all the spells........