Each day another person tags along We say there's nothing we do wrong We know they don't sing their own song We go on a journey that's lifelong Today's society just follows a crowd If that's what you wanna be don't think you'll be proud How do you expect to win when you're behind someone else's lead You might as well put that dream in the bin you're basically joining the same breed Take a stand walk on your own paths Release yourself from the band open up your own straths Make the decision don't become a borrower You can see the vision when you're not a follower
Among all the poetry books, I look for the ones with the cracked binding And intricate covers Filled with harrowing sadness and raw emotion The kind that obliterates the souls purity.
Sparrows blue perching just inches away from my feet, I stand and touch the sky- taking fistful of a white wet cloud in my mouth. I love how the butterflies weave a flower crown and the tall, young man wearing the straw hat plays his flute for me.
Pictures of dead people I know are smiling and are so full of life hanging on my wall reminding me to seize this day, because it's not cliche, and it won't come again.