The past is vibrant
Bright as the newly formed rainbow
After a hazy morning rain
But how real is it?
We look back in reverence
When we should look forward in hope
We throw salt
in the wounds of our aching dreams
By not believing in them
By feeling sorry for ourselves
By forgetting them entirely
Smoking them out
Drowning them out
We are the warriors of the night
With no banner to ride under
No war cry to call out
The roar of our souls is dimmed
In a world that values silence
I say let's break out
Of this fishbowl we've been circling
The glass is cracked by new thought
And smashed by new beginnings
Let's reach out and grasp
The meanings of ourselves
For they are beyond the routine
Of growing up, growing old, and going out
Let's live the life
we've always meant to
It's not a year from now
Or ten years from now
Or twenty
It was yesterday.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
The past is vibrant
Bright as the newly formed rainbow
After a hazy morning rain
But how real is it?
We look back in reverence
When we should look forward in hope
We throw salt
in the wounds of our aching dreams
By not believing in them
By feeling sorry for ourselves
By forgetting them entirely
Smoking them out
Drowning them out
We are the warriors of the night
With no banner to ride under
No war cry to call out
The roar of our souls is dimmed
In a world that values silence
I say let's break out
Of this fishbowl we've been circling
The glass is cracked by new thought
And smashed by new beginnings
Let's reach out and grasp
The meanings of ourselves
For they are beyond the routine
Of growing up, growing old, and going out
Let's live the life
we've always meant to
It's not a year from now
Or ten years from now
Or twenty
It was yesterday.
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