If you look too hard for what you want,
Corners come into view that you hadn't noticed before.
Turns and bends that are never-ending,
monotonous in appearance and stifling in their size,
Impeding your hands as you reach for who you want to be.
Any semblance of tomorrow will only be fairy tales of a given breath,
I may only dream of who I shall meet there.
Smile bigger so that I can find you,
laugh harder so that I can hear you,
I fear that my progress takes me backwards to a mistake I've made a thousand times.
And that place is no more for me than I am for a million Never-Never lands not of my creation.
Grow weary of joy, my friends, and you shall discover what you are made of.
Tire of wanting more, and standing still may move the first handful of earth that will be your final resting place.
If you begin to worry that who you are will not keep you till your end,
Do not rest until well after the ones you love do not recognize the look in your eyes anymore.
Stay the battle of hope versus dread, arm yourself about your heart and mind,
Run not from what you desire most, only tread lightly when you approach it at last, for the ground will be shaky enough to rattle the strongest of us.
There is a place in your mind who pretends to be dormant,
A labrynth of dead-ends, you believe avoidance will keep you from it.
Without knowing your own dread, without living the worst day of your life, there will be no rainbow,
And you can never know the relief of going past it to peace.
My wish is for you all, that you may revel in the purity of forgiving yourself.
Realize the joy your smile brings to me, understand that when I am in fear of standing still, you move me, and keep me alive.
Corners come into view that you hadn't noticed before.
Turns and bends that are never-ending,
monotonous in appearance and stifling in their size,
Impeding your hands as you reach for who you want to be.
Any semblance of tomorrow will only be fairy tales of a given breath,
I may only dream of who I shall meet there.
Smile bigger so that I can find you,
laugh harder so that I can hear you,
I fear that my progress takes me backwards to a mistake I've made a thousand times.
And that place is no more for me than I am for a million Never-Never lands not of my creation.
Grow weary of joy, my friends, and you shall discover what you are made of.
Tire of wanting more, and standing still may move the first handful of earth that will be your final resting place.
If you begin to worry that who you are will not keep you till your end,
Do not rest until well after the ones you love do not recognize the look in your eyes anymore.
Stay the battle of hope versus dread, arm yourself about your heart and mind,
Run not from what you desire most, only tread lightly when you approach it at last, for the ground will be shaky enough to rattle the strongest of us.
There is a place in your mind who pretends to be dormant,
A labrynth of dead-ends, you believe avoidance will keep you from it.
Without knowing your own dread, without living the worst day of your life, there will be no rainbow,
And you can never know the relief of going past it to peace.
My wish is for you all, that you may revel in the purity of forgiving yourself.
Realize the joy your smile brings to me, understand that when I am in fear of standing still, you move me, and keep me alive.

dags