My pockets are empty, my past full of blunders
But my eyes are tireless
Churning out dreams by the bundles
They always look ahead, seeking a path to follow
My heart ever hopeful, of a life not shallow
Its time to step out of the cocoon
Spread my wings and fly to the moon
Or any place my heart flutters free
And perch on a branch of life's tree
Look out on the world out there
and declare
Here I come, try and stop me!

As a piece of paper flies across the world
a stream of words, through a letter unfurled
Here I am, with you, through these scribbles
Read me not in haste, and forgive my squiggles
I have penned a few thoughts, and filled a solemn page
I sing a song from yonder, and this sheet is my stage
Now I walk your rooms, and breathe your air
I smell your cats, and at your ceiling I stare
I come with some gifts, to you of much use
I would have brought more, had you not refused
Will you tear me to bits, once you've heard what I've to say
Or have I any value, to be stored some safe place
Will you lay me on a table, or sheath me in a book somewhere
Perhaps inside some box, folded with care
It doesn't really matter, if I'm cherished or forsook
As long as in the future, you spare me another look
Read me with eyes anew, and perhaps crack a smile
I'll be glad for it, though I was forgotten for a while
So here I bid adieu, grateful that you read me through
Till we meet again, do take care, my friend true

Have you ever noticed the coloured dust on a butterfly's wings
Or are you too busy running after money and things
Have you heard the crunch of fall leaves under your boot
Or are you too rich to be going anywhere on foot
If you have lived on earth for any time at all
and yet have no time to observe the magic of the world
Wake up, wake up, and fall in love again
the beauty of our planet is a finite thing

Have you ever felt the spark in a lover's touch
or is your time too precious for love and such
Have you ever felt pampered in nature's lap
or do you have every luxury pouring out of a tap
Is your idea of comfort a day in the spa
Or have you ever seen the magic in a little girl's laugh
Do you feel sheltered under a concrete roof
or have you ever fallen asleep in that magical tree shade?

Wake up, wake up dear friend, and see the world anew
Look at yourself again in the fresh morning dew
Open your mind to the wonders of our world
and let's make our Earth a paradise once again.

There's a charm in the world
that nary anyone sees
a little hard to glimpse, but not too hard
it needs you to pause, and take a step back
let the colors seep in, let the flavors breathe
and there upon the branch, when the sparrow cheeps
and you feel a tiny tap, on your shoulder, from a falling leaf
you may just hear, the whispers of the wind

There's a sadness in the world
that we much dwell upon
Sickness is run amok, among the denizens of our well
Green of our trees, falls prey to the green of our wallets
Countless heads must roll, at morality's feet
Yet in between all the havoc, we find a reason to smile
A child's fun and glee, an animal's unhindered love
A well turned phrase, a lover's magical spell
And we learn to live on, not of compulsion but of pure will

Were I to sit so singly willed
to write of you, my love the quill
I would find myself utterly unskilled
at etching the strength of your will

Were I to sing, songs of praise
of your stunning self, so vividly ablaze
yet concealed so well, all in a haze
I would sing myself hoarse, making my case

Were I ever to try, and measure your heart
the depths of the love that I call mine own
I would find the universe, eternal and stark
nestled deep within, whispering to my soul
calling me along, to worlds unknown.

Deep within me, I kindle a fire
it is a feisty one, it asks to avow desire
throw caution to the winds,
throw my carefully built life in the pyre
not sure of anything, yet sure of mind
it tires daily, of the senseless grind
it begs leave, and pleads escape
to the highest peaks, of snowy cape
so I can see the land, its lie and shape
or the deepest seas, and their churning depths
but I must not be hasty, nor take too giant steps
One 'venture at a time, and back to the grime
Sly is she, faithful old time
she looks me askance, and what have I to show?
The usual treasures, I venture? she shakes her head, no
She wants my tales, be they of passion or woe
She wants my pain, that helped me grow
but I have nothing of the sort, that I can show
She laughs in my face, and calls me a fool
I have chased after ghosts, and missed life's school.
and so the fire burns, it begs me to start
collecting my pearls, of wisdom and heart
rowing my boat, into adventure lane
It is not too late, never is, to catch life's train
and set off for the unknown; unsure, untrained.