Walk the hills and fields of gold
The secret things yet to unfold
For if we seek and call aloud
The sun will come and part the clouds
Revealing all great things not shown
Hidden things hitherto unknown  
The wonder of something strange and new
Of things forgotten brought forth again too
All these and more than can be guessed
To us and ours will be hence blessed
If we but seek with all our hearts

The fact is
we are all heading that way
towards the one day
and one day
we'll all get there

and those you lose along the way
you'll find them again
in the one day
when you get there.

𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌

𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺,𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽;

𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾

'𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋;

𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌

𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽;

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾

𝗈'𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌

𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽

𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

^^

I’m a maladroit young gal.

Did you just search what that means?

It means I’m clumsy. I mean, look at how my rhymes go all flimsy.

Words stacked together, never just in twos or threes.

Just a bottle of broken glass that was never meant to be.

That’s me.

That is my beauty.

So although the dictionary and society be judging all the maladroits out there

We don’t care.

Let us sip our teas as they cry in despair.

Cause they can only wish they were as cool as us -

Real as us -

Free as us.

Everyone seems to be faking it, really.

That’s why I’d rather be maladroit:

Maladroit and happy.

Will there still be mountains to climb and build?
Will we still care or give up?
The lesser of two evils at least I hope we will
Not sure about heaven or angels coming to greet us.
The writers and lyricists will have their day,
Will we throw all wishes and dreams away?
There is too much noise .
Missing the music
Nothing really makes sense
There is no cinema or theatre now to let us forget
When we think of what used to be and all its charms
Stop the world time to get off  before we set off more alarms
No matter who it harms

C@rainbowchaser2020