My lifeless body lay stiff in the mist of life’s storms
Tatter and torn, pull apart by the rollercoaster ride that life is,
This is the meager way that I describe my life
Oceans of empty silence, mind numbing blindness, chaotic cliques that paint my way and echo in my sleepless nights
Vacations that are consumed by eager thoughts that desire to be born, but question the cost.
Withered wishes that died too soon because destiny is a journey that must be nurtured or in the effort wishes get lost.
It is what we want or more so what we crave
Days of happy stares where fairy tales came true to morning eye lids that found magic in morning dew, and played in the mid day sun not fearing the rays of light that paved the way to the summer, we carelessly just took flight
A stubbed toe, an itch, no the twitch of a lady bug landing gently on your nose ushers in the nostalgia of fearless romantic woes,
And yes we went any way
We life full never imagined the caution that brick us in and have us fearing the thought to pray.
The flood of seas, seem small and insignificant when we contemplate a better way
Freeze tag, to stop and play, pick a flower for a friend, the grin that caught the attention in its unadulterated form before silence took innocence away.
Lifting ideals that help spirits rise, where a gift meant you merely cared for a friend, there was no reason needed,
Stares given freely with little thoughts of the interpreted meaning
Because people just didn’t think that way
A hand held with the optimistic chance that a squeeze give opportunity for knees to engaged floors, where children where taught to pray, where voices spoken in melody on the chorus line and wonder birthed the inventions that changed the directions of mystic pleasure that intrigue the imagination so childlike, but an expense that is forbidden today, because the dreams are the notion that begin the reach, and this is being changed every day.
No more childhood stories where we lay in our parents arms and form choices in the dreams that took us to those places we grow and are forbidden to go so we lay in silence regretting the moments we gave up our youth like glow,
Now the storm.
Tatter and torn, pull apart by the rollercoaster ride that it is,
This is the meager way that I describe my life
But I won’t take one thing back, because it is to conquer the ride, ride out the storm so others can learn from my strife, and I strive to be, happy, childlike because it is in all that I see, the storm helps me appreciate my life, and some deem my life a dream,