Thursday, October 17, 2013

Hop Off, Start Walking

There's art that needs creating
A heart that needs deflating
A sunbeam that could use a voice
A flame that burns without a choice.
A star for wishing explodes into confetti,
Finally able to release the burden of dreams
Back to the burdened dreamers
So that they might see clearly
Eyes closed, hearts open
And be free to create their own tomorrow.
Following only the path of their brilliant soul
Tracing the patterns of inner glow
As they press on through the darkness
Often muddy, sometimes clean
And into the world as they damn well please
Sporting scratches and scars as reminders to live
From the life they once floated through on dreaming wake
Half asleep, unfeeling, forgotten and lonely
No more.

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