Why can’t I be fully happy. And learn to love what I love. Place the past in a burning tower. And watch the smoke rise up above.
Come peaceful self by accepting self. God looks down when we cower. Yet I look up, always up. Watching the sky each hour.
I feel an anger in my midst.
Or is it a complacency that I dismiss.
An awakening of feelings to become.
As feelings churn like a rising sun.
Can this rage feel so warm?
Like a boiling egg I grab too soon.
Dare to crack the surface made.
And succumb to the price that’s paid.
I wipe emotion from my eyes.
And watch it dry inside.
A teardrop never lies.
As it slowly melts and dies.
There’s a tremble in disguise.
And slowly I surmise.
That love never really sighs.
It just blossoms in the sky.
One day I’ll drift away into the coming day. I’ll look back, try to look back, against the coming fray.
I hope to smile and send some hope as I fly about. Not to change the coming fate of foregone distant route.
I’ll try to send a happy thought, a message of hope and love. To those I’ll miss and those I’ll watch as I hopefully go above.
And if instead the darkness comes at least I’ve seen the light. Of those I love and the ones I’ll miss, worth the loss of sight.
We got a 10 year old today!