This feeling that seemed dead,
it rose and it rose, overfilling the rim,
over pouring through veins and hearts,
over powering minds and leaving the darkness.
Headed towards all that is light.
Oh won't you see? I want to be free.
Free as a bird, no fear of fashion.
Living like decisions are already made.
A path, a purpose, a future.
Soon, I will be old and tired,
pouring over these pages, thinking
Oh why couldn't you see?
Some one will love you, so just be.