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Something for you

If guilt and mistakes are at stake And you're stuck in a rut that's deep with door closed shut I urge you to break open windows and take, take what you know And put it in a skill Use your strength and your will For only you, this soil, can till I want you to walk boardwalks and talk to crowds Convey your heart and speak out loud To draw and write the things you feel For though it is not original, or perhaps good enough to show others You've given yourself something that is real If the past clings to your ankles and you can't shake it's shackles Take the rings of iron bound to your feet and break the bindings The past will not last in your mind anyhow and how you know that you're free Is when you are able to stand and accept life's steep, and harsh fee And move and go and know and live and be happy, regardless of it's toll And if you can do this than you have done more than all the rest who feel best And you have beaten the ultimate test For happiness comes sparingly in short bursts And if you're simply warily comparing the outcomes of actions Then you are not alive, and the beauty will pass you by and the chance for happiness will digress and leave you alone If you can hear then you listen to songs, and words the footsteps the heartbeats, the wind in the tree's and it's birds If you can see then you look at the art on the walls that apart from yourself Can still bring to you some beauty in heart You look at the bridges in Vermont that in the orange flush fall Paint the world their colors as they fall from tree's that stand tall And you like that tree should stand in the wind and not bend to the fate For when you move with the wind you'll find that happiness does not wait So as you stare from the window in the stone house you have built As the flowers you brought from outside are gone, or start to wilt And you see the sunshine line the paths that you know you should walk And the people who stand in bands with whom you know you should talk I hope that the cold of the stone which for years you have known Serves reminder to find the courage to walk through the door which you abhor And find the life and light and peace that I know the world for you, has in store.
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frank-rahmstat
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Jan 13, 2015
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For a dear friend of mine.

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