The entire city was on fire.
Flames engulfed each building
and house. After centuries, people
left behind their homes, their old
lives. Traditions, history, stories
faded. Ashes were the only thing
left after everyone left. Although
the fire destroyed the past, hope
filled the hearts of the refugees.
They knew they had to believe.
The people rebuilt and gathered
a new understanding. They moved
to a new spot, and regained all
that was lost. They knew life had
to go on, and they weren’t wrong.
A beautiful new city rose from
the ground. They passed life’s test
once they put the past to rest.
Pieces of the human soul become blended
like potions in a cauldron. The body
houses a soul once whole. Like a puzzle,
pieces of the past stick to new memories.
Love is the glue that holds together
parts of my heart once severed. Days
go on: the present becomes the past. Life
slows down only when we do. It’s true;
the glass we look through is fragmented:
a mosaic of sorts. Lines often blur. Things
don’t seem to fit. There’s a growing list.
You will be okay. Do as you once wished.
Fly with me. Come open my mind.
Send me a sign. Open these eyes
that stay blind. Be my guide. Show
me the world on your magic carpet
ride. I’ve been closed off for years.
This road is under construction.
I’m paving a new way. It’s time
to switch gears toward production.
All you had to say was open sesame;
now, I’m better. You got the best of me
You got the best me. You set me free.
You’ve opened my mind. All you had
to say was open sesame. Then, BAM!
I broke free. With you, my door is
open. Walk through anytime. Come
around. I’ll never leave you behind.
I am on the way. There’s not much
to say. You will see me again, soon.
Nothing will stop me from getting
to you. There’s no way of forgetting
the days that came before. Time
will go on when my mind is gone.
My spirit will never leave yours.
I will stay with you for the encore.
I am on the way. I will be there
soon. One day, we will meet
on the moon. We got two tickets,
two seats, and two reasons to live.
Whatever you want, I will give.
I am on the way. With you, I’ll stay.
It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.
We don’t think twice
to worry or dwell on
all of the small things.
We are used to the sun,
so, when the sky rains,
we focus on our pain.
Rarely, do we let go
of the past that has
a stranglehold on us.
We choose to take
the bus instead of
taking a long walk.
There is beauty in
the things and people
we find ugly. It looks
bad if we’re judging.
Open your eyes and see
a world above and below
your feet. Seek new life
in the scope of your sight.
Create the life and love
you desperately need.
Kill that voice inside
your head – kill him
dead. Seek refuge beside
those joining you on
this wild ride. Remove
the veil covering your
eyes, open wide and see
life as a fleeting paradise.