My life is full of experiences
that I would never trade.
If I were to go to the other
side, I would likely hide.
I couldn’t imagine being
anyone else. I could never
trade places or put on
new faces. Where I am at
is where I want to be.
At times, the grass does
seem greener, yet I know
there’s more grass to grow.
To be here is good for me.
I love the air that I breathe.
I envision a life I now see.
I don’t doubt what I believe.
I have faith in my taste.
I won’t waste the space
that occupies my place.
I enjoy my life as it is.
I would never swap it.
There’s too much I’d miss.
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False Profit
We work most of our days
for a false profit. The richness
we seek will surely leave us
weak. Day in and day out,
we lose ourselves in the vast
shadow that society casts.
We chase paper that means
nothing in the end. We search
for happiness that only exists
inside of our hearts. We yearn
for love, but find ourselves
lost inside of price and cost.
Every day, we feel empty due
to the temptation of possessions.
We tend to value things that have
a price tag, which leaves us stuck
inside a self-made cage. Numbers
become more important than words.
We love to eat chicken, but we don’t
consider the journey of the birds.
Before we know it, our lives will be
nothing more than repetitive steps
that drags us down to the deepest
of depths. One day, you and I will
be memories of the past. Let’s hope
we can burn all of our cash before
both feet touch the ground on
the other side of the door. More,
more, more is what we want, and
loneliness is what we get. We must
not work for a false profit. No amount
of cash will make our happiness last.
Circle of Life
Like sharks in the water,
life circles the souls
floating helplessly in a sea
of pain and fear. Like a deer
frozen in the headlights, I stay
in place. I see another face,
in a hurry: one that’s blurry.
Before I could tell, days turned
into nights as lefts became
rights. Like kites in the air,
the wind pushes and pulls me
similar to a gust throwing up
some dust. To gain trust means
to believe in others and to take
a look underneath the covers.
Within this circle of life, I can
lose sight of the things I know
to be true or right. Life begins
just as quick as it can end. Life
is lived with death in mind;
yet, time seems to last longer
when I appreciate its free ride.
Stay / Away
Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
We knew we would not stay. It is hard to
say which way we are going or how fast
the wind is blowing. With no signs showing,
curiosity starts growing. The ways that we face
the days can dictate the rate at which we go.
Before we know it, things, times, people,
will be gone. Before long, we will learn
life’s unwavering song. As time flies, the sun
will rise just like the tide. There is no need to hide
when we seek the time to understand both
day and night. Gone, but never forgotten.
Here I am to feel fresh – never rotten.
Anyhow, I feel as if the wind blew me
out of my shoes. Now, I stay gone. I left to go
on a right path. Now, I have gone and found
a piece of peace: a life on the bright side.
Still Here
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here; fear
has left me. Time has blessed
me. Another year: I’m still here.
Through struggle, I have found
a common ground. I’m bound
to turn around every frown:
to return all stolen crowns.
Here, I am, still finding me,
doing my best to finally see
what it means to sails seas
and to grow tall with trees.
Through all the pain, I start
a journey of learning. I wish
to know all the places to go:
every single place to know.
I’m still here: I plan to live
a life that only I can give.