On our road ahead
how come sometimes it feels like we are going backwards
and we get so mad at ourselves for allowing it so
for we should really know better, right?
We know...
but our hearts forget it so.
We know...
but our minds trick us again
to believe that old song,
that old story,
that old phantom
of boring phonies
that in our perceptions
we believed,
that in our minds
we perceived-
that we are less or we are more..
can't we finally remember
the truth that's stored?

We feel intimidated,
we feel afraid,
we feel small and insignificant,
we feel awfully shy
we feel betrayed.
But all the while
it's all within-
that dark filled story
that keeps us in,
that keeps our walls
protecting us whole-
but then again and again and again
we wake up realizing
we lost it all,
we lost the years
we lost much tears,
but can we now allow
what's false to disappear?

Can we draw upon our notions
that there comes a point in our lives
where we live in devotion-
Of nature and skies,
of prairies and laughs,
of animals that kindly help us get by,
and a spark of light that kindly lives inside.

There comes a point we let the story go-
yes, that story in the head eventually gets old.
It lives inside us like a monster
and tries to take over
and be preposterous,
but yes- there comes a point when we just dearly smile
and see the story as a fable full of bile-
-gross I know :)
we spit it out and send it away
and learn to again play with our dear beloved days.
Oh life of days you remind me to be-
the exact sunflower I was meant to be.

Everything that is not love eventually brings us to love!
Everyday more and more,
and
it doesn't matter if we have gone back and forth
again and again-
What do we choose now?