move me, kindred spirit
to be inspired once again
by quick birds and perfect flowers
by glimmers of light sparkling in a sunset
by the regenerating hearts of night crawlers making beds of earthen waves

let us appreciate, together
the simple joy of
breathing simultaneously

sometimes when I peek at that reflection
every intention involved in letting the world see me
instantly goes away

I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

We've all heard the quote.
We all know it's about taking that risk.
to me, that risk is the note I wrote.
The 'goodbye' video on the disc.

That risk is actually taking that leap.
and some days I regret not doing it.
those days I dig into my emotions real deep.
But i'm glad I didn't commit.