Believe, and you are transported
To childhood, pleasing to live.
Uphold, and you will be chained
To a train, hoping to arrive on time.
Is life is aligned with flexible principles
and dammed up, dumbed down feelings?
Take a chance. Fly into a rage,
Soar into jealousy. Cry into grief.
Let the monstrous wave you thought
Was better left alone
Tear through your day.
It would be presumptuous to say, Live.
You were already living. Lite.
No comments:
Post a Comment