Birthday was 11-13. Reflections.
I have come to this place.
Like I was without volition,
Or any ambition.
I was the one that heard it from you first.
I did all that I could to try and listen.
You were just a beautiful kind of vision.
I said I would start working out for you,
I would start running for you.
Didn’t we meet in chaos to begin with?
So now I am in the volition,
I am on a day off still in ambition.
I am still wondering why I ever tried so hard
But it was because of the way I was raised.
I was raised for you to see,
All the shining parts of me.
I am in it now,
Waiting for this part to stay the stage,
To never wonder the next page,
I am the risk, and the wonder.
I am raised this way,
Raised in thunder and raised in rain…
Cause I can’t do daily,
I can’t do every,
I got the day and it is fading away.
I once lost You, I lost you in the busy,
I lost the sense of never being ready.
I can’t do daily now that it is passing.
I can only live like it is not.
Cause you blew those candles out,
You let us know what wishes to
Cause I’ve needed you to stay close,
I’ve needed you to let me in,
To let me love you again.
I can’t do daily,
I can only do the insane things,
The crazy and wild commands that
I can do those,
I can do those things daily.
I thought I could pause on
Daily, but forward is the way
You raised me.
We sat and waited up for you,
For you to never leave again.
We were the one’s that built what
You left behind,
We were the one’s that are catching up now.
The world was never ready for us,
It should have been,
Cause we spent to much
Time, daily time,
Being afraid of what would be
Now daily plays the new tune,
Daily sets the new mood,
Daily is the reason for a
Daily is the does I need,
Different from the raised
Soul I would be.
Two years ago this idea came about. As I move toward the spring. I write a lot at this time of the year. I feel like I have had this pattern of hiding and not writing a lot in the fall season and winter. It is California people. It is already Spring. Here’s the reflection.