Into the dark I go, out here on my own
Though there are people saying they are near
The ability of being near is yet still too far
I’ll catch up is all anyone could ever really say
Hit or miss, emitting smoke signals from my mind
Staring into the void of the great wide yonder
Will I ever be the one they turn to for the answers?
I think not, so here I sit upon wide mouthed dock
Skipping stones, admitting that I was wrong
All along the time has submitted its ugly truth
Baring its gifts of misfortunate misconceptions
A ball busting empathy of sympathy, a fist full of rage
An uplifted spirit as a spark of genius enters through the shadows
Go on you will be fine with just a bit of fate, timing is all you need
Land with the punches, deliver the messages…entertain your youthfulness
Be young my friend, age is only catching up…think twice before you sign at the dotted line of any lawful contract
Do you really want to turn your soul over to the one who can give you all the eye can see, without taking single leaps of fate?
Stand up; get up, fight for your right to be all you want to be
Standing as tall as any high rise building in any city you can be
Catch the sun in tightly weaved baskets; Go ahead bask in the glory of a newborn child as it is delivered into the world
Taking in of all that is around you, only to release a powerful message onto ears who once did not listen, catching their attention pulling them near as they yearn to hear more of the wisdom you convey
Leaving the darkness to enter light of day, persevering through inspirational notions…Believing anything is possible, putting your effort and mind to the test.