FLY


Drifting through my dream,
Constantly colliding
with uncertainty as my theme...

This time higher than it seems,
Fighting the concept
of reality as a means...

Sticking around, I'll never be found...
So off into the blue, where I can find what is at most obscurely true...

I'm lost in the sky,
though I can't remember why,
Perhaps life is just easier
when I fly...


J.I.F.

Born without notice we function with limited ability,
Happenstance rules our otherwise deeply desired accomplished agility...

We stumble we fall we try to balance the awkwardness within our off-kilter equilibrium,
Trying always our best not to become just another unsuccessful idiom...

Saved we can be through our faith in the merciful kindness of one,
Though we will continue to fumble our brief minutes of life till all things offensive are undone...

Consequence of being it's what we have all been given,
Continuing on to the day we are completely forgiven...

J.I.F.

Things in-between sometimes lost,
Things not recognized at great cost...

Things that compel,
Things that make us swell,
Things at times we fail to tell...

Things we know,
Things that flow,
things we do not show…

Things we wish we could control,
An unrealized future an aspiring goal...

Sometimes very real things are things Unseen,
Without tangibility on any physical scale or scene...

Nonetheless they still Impress,
Realities beyond what we all may possess...

However without these " Invisible things" would we really exist?
Kid yourself not, please try not To insist…


J.I.F.