Rich fields of interest, yet to be harvested
The crop of my choice has yet to be planted
Looking inside I have an overabundance of diverse seeds
It’s up to me to plant a new one everyday
Sadly, not all grow to be a part of my world
Some ideas thrive and even drop unfamiliar fruit
Some are neglected to be trained, and soon wither
Each new seed is an experience, learning from the next
Finding new ways to grow is a tricky quest
The embodiment of my inner soul is my reflection in the natural world
And our physical body is the vessel on which we embark
Life is a journey to find the idea that will flourish
The idea that branches out and enhances all others
I’m just waiting for that one
One to change my world
One to willfully tend eternally
You can never harness them all, so take your pick

For those who chose not to see
To dig deeper inside the real me.

You will regret not giving a chance
When you see me in my winning stance

For back when my words were ignored
You will hear and tremble in fear when you walk through that door

You will wish to go back and change your view of me
But the anchor is dug too deep you feel stranded at sea

I am all around though you close your eyes often
I am what you think about when you try and sleep
I have progressed, accomplishing more feats
than a small thinker like you would ever dream of achieving.

So please,

Next time you think of how you mistreated me
I lean back and smirk about how you never caught up to me

You and me
Used to be
Harmonic company
No one like you, No one like me
Our heads in trees
Swinging in glee
But then one day
I saw you in
an intriguing way
Then we talked
you felt the same
But it wouldn't work
We saw it the same
We went our own paths
along different roads
Even though
I still miss you so

Hello little youngin
Standing so fair
Such an innocent tongue
With his bright blond hair
So sweet with a happy glare
Yet to climb life's rungs

I wish I could tell you
The hardships that lie ahead
I wish I could show you
What you should do instead
But life shouldn't be guided
by a slightly older you

As I look I wish I could go back,
as I smile with glee at these photographs
I wish I could smack you,
for going down the wrong track
But reminiscing about my own past
I can't help but crack a laugh