Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I'm in a thousand winds that blow, I'm in the softly falling snow. I'm the gentle showers of rain, I'm the fields of ripening grain. I'm in the morning hush, I'm in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I'm the starshine of the night. I'm in the flowers that bloom, I'm in a quiet room. I'm in the birds that sing, I'm in each and every lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
Once the sky darkens and when the world sleeps... let's fly.
You're not awake to see it but I'm truly a spectacle. When the darkness covers the sky and moonlight cascades what's below, you're missing an anomaly. You're gonna miss my flight. Dodging the trees and hunting the prizes that hide in incognito, meanwhile I'm just coasting. No pressure. No pressure. I'm still surviving. I'm still flying.
Earth awakens with the sun and I bloom from beneath the shadows gallantly roaming the blue looking down at where I once was eager to stay up.
Regardless of will or reluctance, you pay your respects to what soars above. You know I'll thrive from your revere, or lack thereof. The dominance remains. Along side the clouds I'll reign. No pressure. No pressure. I'm still thriving, I'm still flying.
Confident. Regal. Alluring. Naked. Endearing.
Beauty is one thing but this one is stunning. It's majesty and it's charm are really something. Simply poetry in flight. Sailing the skies, scaling these heights. As fresh as the air, it's refreshing to stare. He's his best when he's up there. No pressure. No pressure. I'm now gliding. This is flying.
This is a tribute to The Owl, The Eagle, The Crane. The Thinker, The Strong, The Triumph. This is a tribute to The little Bahamian boy.
I just want to make this clear and change their perspective, I'm not perfect I make mistakes but I always try to correct them Push forward Never forget them my mother told me I was an accident so a mistake turned into a blessing i used to wish I could be less human For years I ran away from my reflection but lifes a full circle so it's you I ended up pursuing sometimes my rhymes maybe confusing so translation I ended up being the same man i went to school with I'm not perfect but at first I wanted to be Now i strive to just be a better me
Sometimes it's important to remember being human and making mistakes is all about the process of growth.
Sometimes I look up at the sky I wonder if simultaneously you are too lucid dreams of levitating through these walls and coming back to you Our souls dance in circles around the sun beating with the sound of our hearts in perfect unison The moon envys our energy Mars red from how we move in rings around Saturn The way we melt into one you’d think we were made from mercury But the God of Neptune exclaimed we’re fresh like the bay or sea my waves to your sand pulled you close to me A Venus fly trap opening up for the fly Uranus stopped and stared and even dropped a tear before I returned to my bed a lightning bolt appeared must of been Jupiter the God of the sky ripping us away It’s punishment for noise we made above where he stays.