I've gotta be up in mere hours
Felt this deep desire to reach out
Give love to those I could and would
Life is too short not to open the palms of your hands.

A haze full of realization
Guacamole, cool so down not to pay for it
A spirit in the air full of what could be
An army of ever growing women
With long eloquent capes
Stand next to me cooing: begin, transcend, fight through.

I should be asleep
Waste time on the internet
So much to write and say
So much to write and say
So much to write and say
Laying fear of what it is
What it wasn't
Release.

I need not force or focus on changes
They just will.