You had a mystery about you
And I saw it in your eyes
From the moment that I met you
You caught the crowd by surprise.
Maybe those eyes covered in sadness
And for that heart there was a plan
Someday, someone would catch your madness
And let yourself live free again.
Perhaps there was another passion
That was yet to be revealed
A hopeful voice, in usual fashion
Whispering “please just be still,
Stop running, searching, contemplating,
Breathe, and let you mind just soar,”
Because there was a human waiting,
One that you had not met before.
For a moment you remembered
How it was to really feel,
A child dancing in September
To cry, to know that it was real,
To imagine, to let go,
To live a life that’s being lived
You are not the thoughts you know
You are more than You’ve believed!
And one day you’ll see it too
How you light up every room
And those tears that you once knew
Won’t be coming back so soon.
August 24, 2017
What is life without adventure?
What is life without passion?
Must we always be so silent,
Following our parents fashion?
Must we not think for ourselves?
And give up all inspiration
Must we accept things as they are?
And be conformed through obligation?
Can we hear and just accept?
Not knowing fully what was spoken
And spend years tied in regret
Before our thoughts are finally broken
Can we not draw from men before us,
The ones who lived, learned, and taught?
We were created for a purpose
Great minds, but maybe we forgot
Wilde said, “Be yourself;
Everyone else is taken,”
But people often hold you back
Disrupt the story you were making,
This dread poured out on paper
With frustration in your hand
Waiting for a chance to begin livin’
Not being pulled at every (wild) end,
A time enveloped with inspiration
Breathe and let your mind just soar,
Write and dream of freedom coming
Adventure will arrive once more!
October 16, 2012