One day
My heart rages for things I cannot control but my mind settles the pulses by creativity. That way I won't dwell on things I cannot fix.
And makes it so I cannot picture anything that I could give to one or thousands to help them carry forward.
For the only thing I can do I let go. Watch people make their mistakes. Let the events fall the way they have to and learn to grip tight to those who want to be in my life.
With this push inside of me I recognize there isn't anything I can do to sway a person to believe anything I say.
Yet I so have hope. With that comes uncertainty and that is fine. And as much as i sound silly I don't care. And right now I can just be grateful that there are some who listen to me.
For I know I am such a small voice at times but with a loud roar I can become. Though many don't know it.
Still I sigh as the night goes from cool to cold. It's this brisk part of the air that screams my breath in it. I smile.
Looking back over the day, not one step had me searching for anything but what is happening next year. All those moments of excitement are joyous and truly homecoming.
Although the smiles may fade a little and the laughter ceases in points I still find that my cold inhale is worth every step I have. And I am taking all I can be allowed to have.
Being grateful for the time I do have. Every day is a new one. And every new one has an adventure awaiting. So I just hope that those who really want to be my friends do come around.
One day.
We all have imperfections. Not one of us are even remotely close to perfection, although many claim to be. I laugh. Still laughing.
Ah but the smile is still holding on. I suppose it has something to do with Kevin Bacon in Footloose. And remembering some parts of my recent past. I suppose the laughter holds high when you have a good friend that doesn't mind if you laugh too much.
Though as silent as I could be I am surprised I was washed away. Yet not really. Too much in my mind that can harm someone.
And I never use it. Just a lot of junk that needs boxes. Soon a kick out helps.
The a large transition and life begins differently.
Smile if you care for me. Don't say anything. Just laugh and hug your people. Give them kisses because they need the touch. The gentle action to remind them just how important they are.
I know I did.
So smile.
And makes it so I cannot picture anything that I could give to one or thousands to help them carry forward.
For the only thing I can do I let go. Watch people make their mistakes. Let the events fall the way they have to and learn to grip tight to those who want to be in my life.
With this push inside of me I recognize there isn't anything I can do to sway a person to believe anything I say.
Yet I so have hope. With that comes uncertainty and that is fine. And as much as i sound silly I don't care. And right now I can just be grateful that there are some who listen to me.
For I know I am such a small voice at times but with a loud roar I can become. Though many don't know it.
Still I sigh as the night goes from cool to cold. It's this brisk part of the air that screams my breath in it. I smile.
Looking back over the day, not one step had me searching for anything but what is happening next year. All those moments of excitement are joyous and truly homecoming.
Although the smiles may fade a little and the laughter ceases in points I still find that my cold inhale is worth every step I have. And I am taking all I can be allowed to have.
Being grateful for the time I do have. Every day is a new one. And every new one has an adventure awaiting. So I just hope that those who really want to be my friends do come around.
One day.
We all have imperfections. Not one of us are even remotely close to perfection, although many claim to be. I laugh. Still laughing.
Ah but the smile is still holding on. I suppose it has something to do with Kevin Bacon in Footloose. And remembering some parts of my recent past. I suppose the laughter holds high when you have a good friend that doesn't mind if you laugh too much.
Though as silent as I could be I am surprised I was washed away. Yet not really. Too much in my mind that can harm someone.
And I never use it. Just a lot of junk that needs boxes. Soon a kick out helps.
The a large transition and life begins differently.
Smile if you care for me. Don't say anything. Just laugh and hug your people. Give them kisses because they need the touch. The gentle action to remind them just how important they are.
I know I did.
So smile.
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