Boxed Thoughts,

Found something I wrote ages ago:

I'LL STRIKE BEFORE THEE

I'm blind, I'm torn and I'm dead.

But before to the above, I'll strike before thee.

I'll run in the fields with the blue gazing sky.
I'll tear for the little things I want.
I shall smile and look upon thy absence.
I will laugh at the rewind memories.
I might fall and stumbled for your presence.
But I'd get up and stand on my shoes.
I'll be there to make an envious moon.
And laugh at the carved look.
Either way, fall or stand,
I will strike before thee.