Is there a place?
Where I can find,
My reason to be alive,
Where I could hear me breathe,
Where my heart would bless as it beats,
Where I would be at ease,
And be one with the earth,
And talk in the language of birds,
Where rhyme and rhythm would play,
Magic on the words that I write,
And fill my soul with some love and light and life,
Where pain wouldn't hurt,
Dreams wouldn't die,
Comparison wouldn't exist,
Where the mind could wander free,
Where it would be ‘us’ and not just me,
A place where we would care,
For the ones that cared for us,
Where life wouldn't play,
Mean, biased and unfair,
Alas a place, so far it is,
In realms of my own, I find myself search,
This hunger, this pain, a never ending thirst,
But beauty is as, beauty we behold,
And so I stand,
Unknown in a known land,
A young spirit, untamed and wild,
Intelligence that the age calls,
And yet the yearns of a child,
Living and believing this teenage dream,
Waylaid and undone,
Random as random is a stream...