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Peter Lyon Dec 2013
As a child I knew nothing
and needed even less,
content with being happy
but 'growing up' required me to digress.

I took life as a challenge
chose myself an aim,
let the goals laid out for me
become the rules of the game.

Years of living like this
distraction and reward,
suddenly I realised
I was cold, alone and bored.

My knuckles white and fingers raw
from trying to hold on,
to the rules I made as a child
but the reasons were long gone.

But whose choice is it
what I see, I want and need,
the thought that these are 'my' desires
could be called the root of greed.

So I spent years on this journey
back into my head,
to find the child I left behind
hoping he wasn't dead.

In a dream one night I found him
he laughed when he saw I forgot,
that logic was emotional
and that love was not.

So in ways I give back
what my fear took away,
to see as I grow stronger
there's nothing but today.
Peter Lyon Oct 2013
I look at the world around me,
Wonder what may come to pass,
Am I the only one who can see?
Or am I merely blinded
By my own reflection in the glass?
Peter Lyon Aug 2013
He had nothing to say,
though his words
were assembled in a
Beautifully

meaningless way.
Peter Lyon Aug 2013
one
If you Love one unconditionally,
do you not Love them all?

And if our Love for them could change,
would it be Love at all?
Peter Lyon Aug 2013
I thank you for the pain you caused me,
the fact you forced me to look and to see,
holes in what I thought defined me.

To grow and open my mind,
I must accept that it will always be closed.
I do not run from pain these days
Peter Lyon Aug 2013
The seeds of thought will grow whether you watch them or not,
they will favour the cracks in the concrete.

The world will tell you to fill them in with fear,
learn the answer, you are not qualified to ask.

They have taught you not to think, to cover up their own delusions,
fill in their own cracks.

But the seeds will still grow, even in the darkness.

— The End —