The highway changes when you travel it At different times, In different seasons, Weathers, road conditions, or decades. The places you pass and your final destination Will change entirely from year to year Or day to night. The highway will tell you totally different things, The signs change from year to year And day to night.
The sky goes dark, the lights come on, Some letters are lost, and new meaning found. A roadside motel becomes simply a "mote," There is vacancy where before There was nothing at all, Just an abandoned fruit stand, which by twilight Becomes a small house— The siding might be yellow or brown— With dark curtains and neon signs Proffering readings, psychic insights, an open palm.
The other night, I came to the end of the highway. I would have crashed right through the barrier But God or my survival instinct intervened, And my journey continued On a different highway altogether.
in this starry night where the moon's nowhere to be found the glitters in the space brightens and in these specks of stardust each containing a soul, a dream wishes waiting to be fulfilled they burn, worth a several lifetime a significance, that the promises tied in your fate, will be done maybe in another timeline, different life
in the eyes of the dreaming this night sky contains the hopes of different beings looking on that same night sky, filled with stars shining on a dark space they all find peace in the meaning there is light in the dark and that no matter how dim it is it's still dazzling, its beauty perpetual the dreaming once again prepares maybe in another night the dreams will be done
to remind the dreaming to be hopeful whatever the situation might be
I run away I ruin everything I break my own heart into pieces I tell myself that no one loves me I tell myself no one would miss me I stay up late and just stare at my ceiling I scream to myself *** what’s the point I’ve put my walls up so high no one can try to get in again.
Accumulating money changes into worries until it overflows and gets into unknown hands
which run away with my motivation to continue
Freed from Mondays I enter space and I feel the magic
of possibilities that I used to dream of My dear, pack your suitcase
On the back of the dragon we fly through the gate and start over
on the large bed of mother earth We teach our children to sing
“You never give me your money” (1969, Paul McCartney)
Celtic symbolism: Luis (the Rowan), that guards the gateway to the spirit world; the Rowan should be guided by Brigid (the goddess of fertility and poetry) and the Dragon (the symbol of inspiration and imagination)
"I'm not going to win. So why should I even try?" That's what you've been telling yourself so when the bullies try to hurt you, you won't cry. I've been down that road a couple times. Told myself a thousand lies. Felt my soul die a little more every time. Then one day, someone showed me the way. When I looked to see where I'd come from, I saw a sign with instructions. It said "this way to self destruction."