to keep up with my changing views
when i sit alone my legs they sway
quite content with nothing to lose
when the sun comes my eyes are open
waiting for the rush of the day
though i still stumble now and again
there is nothing that will get in my way
sometimes i look down as i walk
to see my long legs take their strides
and to myself i will laugh and talk
about things i had set to the side
there is no doubt about what i want
except how i am going to get it
my whispers scream out nonchalant
so that i can appear rather unfit
there are times when i want to drive
straight off the highest cliff
and during my never ending dive
i can spill all my guts
the things i could never admit
i think everyone is beautiful
so i do not like to stand with anyone
loose strings i would like to pull
and watch everything come undone
i write to convince myself
that there is something i am good at
though i belong on the highest shelf
collecting dust, that is what i am good at
when i see a tree i want to climb it
so i can enjoy the view all alone
and with all of my spirit
i realize how much i have grown
people will stay and people will pass
carving their names onto my heart
everyone from the first to the last
will forever be in my heart
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