Life has turned upside down.
The king has lost his crown.
The skies turned grey. The light
blinded those who could not
look away. Time still escapes
youthful hands every single day.
The ground is falling upwards.
The sky stayed beneath the feet
of those who never took a seat.
Worlds can turn upside down,
but adjustments can be made.
Life is a hard game we all play.
Some win. Some lose. Some
live to die. Some die to live.
Life’s gift is the time it gives.
90 on the freeway.
Fast lane cruising.
Chasing a sun some
run away from.
Burning gas and day
light. No time to waste.
Just money to make.
Tunnel vision – no time
to look back. Staying
in the fast lane. Not
in vain – just avoiding
pain. Reach top speed
and succeed. Pushing
the pace, it’s a race.
90 on the freeway.
It is my escape. Away
from slowing down,
I push toward new life:
another opening door.
In your blind spot,
I show myself before
I am somewhere else.
Don’t mind me. I am
gone: a fading song.
This butterfly is blind, but he flew just fine.
Around and around, this butterfly went.
Without his vision, the butterfly listened.
The other butterflies didn’t know their
friend was blind – nonetheless – they all knew
he was blessed. His blindness helped him
hear sounds and noises close and far.
He could almost see sounds that were lost
and tossed out. The blind butterfly loved
his life and never felt the need to feel
bad for himself. He didn’t know what
he didn’t know, and luckily for him,
he didn’t know where he’s been.
He just flew, breathed, and weaved
through the air that was shared
by butterflies like himself. He liked
himself, as we all should. The blind
butterfly didn’t need to see other
butterflies to know he wasn’t alone.
I cannot see what’s in front of me.
It must be very dark and shady.
I could never live without the dark.
There’s something about not seeing
the evil that lurks on this planet.
Without the dark, there is no light.
There are no beams to be seen.
Darkness lets our demons run free.
We need the dark to see our light
that flickers throughout the night.
I need this darkness so I can see
how my light shines on your face.
I reside in darkness: the unknown.
When I left, I got myself lost
trying to find my way home.
The light I carry helps me out
when the sun misses a few days.
In life, I appreciate the darkness.
There’s no way to explain it.
I need the darkness so I can see
beams of light that create sight.
Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.