~Little star--shining bright; first star I see tonight.
~Show the world what you show me? Don't burn out --shine bright & free.
~We twinkle dimly behind our masks; let them down ever so briefly for a friend that asks.
~Disguising genius under sheeps' clothing; why can't we just kick free of the molding?
~In our own company we shine so brightly; when the doors are locked & bolted tightly.
~We scream & rant, claim we want to be heard; when the moment arises we lose our nerve.
~How I long to take that mask & cast it away; dance in the light & show my face to the day.
~But the scars run deep, old habits are hard to break; to bare my soul may be a mistake.
~So I gaze up at the stars & long to shine too; if you can muster up the courage, maybe I can follow you.
*I write this for my mate, & for all my friends who shine so brightly. & I write it to myself....
Monday, April 7, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Will I?
~When you're small you wonder, "What will I be?"
~ Will I find magic? Will I be free?
~Will I be like my Daddy? Will I make him proud?
~Then you grow older; your thoughts aren't so loud.
~You learn to be quiet; scream only in your head.
~You seek to belong; find more questions instead.
~Will I find happiness? Will I find love?
~Is the answer written in the heavens above?
~No--I don't think so...Where should I look?
~Perhaps I'll find it in a book?
~Will I show the world the real me--or will they see what they want to see?
~Will I find the courage to chase my dreams--or will I be what they want me to be?
~Will I find an answer? Will I find my voice?
~Is it true? Is there always a choice?
~Will I be forgotten? Will I just disappear?
~Will anyone hear me? Is my path unclear?
~What will I do? Why are all good things fleeting?
~Is there more? Something I'm not seeing?
~Perhaps I am thinking much too hard; nothing is written in the cards.
~Lets live in the moment; please lend me your smile.
~Lets close our eyes; disappear for awhile.
~ Will I find magic? Will I be free?
~Will I be like my Daddy? Will I make him proud?
~Then you grow older; your thoughts aren't so loud.
~You learn to be quiet; scream only in your head.
~You seek to belong; find more questions instead.
~Will I find happiness? Will I find love?
~Is the answer written in the heavens above?
~No--I don't think so...Where should I look?
~Perhaps I'll find it in a book?
~Will I show the world the real me--or will they see what they want to see?
~Will I find the courage to chase my dreams--or will I be what they want me to be?
~Will I find an answer? Will I find my voice?
~Is it true? Is there always a choice?
~Will I be forgotten? Will I just disappear?
~Will anyone hear me? Is my path unclear?
~What will I do? Why are all good things fleeting?
~Is there more? Something I'm not seeing?
~Perhaps I am thinking much too hard; nothing is written in the cards.
~Lets live in the moment; please lend me your smile.
~Lets close our eyes; disappear for awhile.
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