Go after what makes you feel
Do not do always the same,
That way is not going to heal,
It just gets things more insane.

Yes, it's going to feel strange
Sometimes, like the weather,
You need things to rearrange
And then it will look better.

Let the wind lift, shake a bit
Your hair, no one's looking at
And it's all good to be wild.

Be free, you are ready and fit,
Open up your soul to the sunset.
Embrace your inner child.

I live among blurry faces,
faces of people I used to know.

I have known you as far as my memory goes.
I have observed you, watched you grow—
As I did too.

But I wonder why we never talked,
’Cause we never talked before,
Was all I could think back then.

And even now,
I think it’s still the same—
’Cause we never talked before,
And maybe… we never will.

I pray,
   to find a way.
To express,
    with success.
What I need,
     to say.

A picture is worth,
     a thousand words.
A true phrase, often
      heard.
Yet the "wordtographer"
    who places, pictures
       in the mind.
A rarity, of the
     human kind.