I sought an audience of my dreams
Wordless questions in silent themes
Until the chilly days finally warmed
I shed my cocoon of intent
And my plasticity conformed

In the blossoming spring my heart sings
Snow melts away from under my feet
I catching the pace of the permanent waves
Beyond the boundaries of the "finite slaves"
(Those unfortunate's awating the grave)

We all feel the changes being formed
How many more times must we be born?
I'll be taking my stand in this life span
From here to evermore!

Misspent youth or age with grace
fates just land upon our lap
try to breathe and save face
or simply take another nap
time consuming, hard and fast
slowly feeling, blindly moving
as the first stone has been cast
rippled skin no longer smoothing
age defying are we lying
can we really last that long
or are we all just slowly dying
losing heart and inner song
tales of year's long gone by
each unique and often warming
I cannot question what or why
just enjoy each day's new dawning
soak up learning, sharing caring
love and laughter cures your ills
if you can be bold be daring
heartfelt love that overspills
look up and forward or reminisce
dream of treasure pure as gold
living life is a lingering kiss
embrace the beauty of getting old

but i cannot be
for i am not free
i am shackled
by people's expectations, the responsibility
to make them happy
to make them feel not hurt
even in times when i feel like dirt.
Even when i'm down,
i cannot be me
because, only as dirt can i help them grow
to help them heal
to make them feel loved and appreciated
for their need for validation to be constantly satiated
only as dirt, can i help them bloom
to be the person they need to be.
Son. Lover. Brother. Friend.
i am always another
but i am never me.

I love being
In the pilot seat
In control
On my feet
If we converge
I am
Who you’ll meet
So I celebrate simply being
A state quite freeing
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!