here, now.

Here I am,
in the dawn of the waking light.

Thoughts in mind out of reason
Driven to conclusions unknown
Thoughts in mind out of season
No trees, no plants, no seeds were sown.

Often told,

“Curb your urge to fly
Clip them wings.
The cage you are in
it’s your cage now.

Look in, introspect;
your thoughts, you dissect.
Joy and sorrow
Merriment and grief
Choose,
for the choice is yours”

That said and done,
the state of mind,
Joy and sorrow
Merriment and grief,
where I want to be?
Is the choice really mine?


Here I am,
in the dawn of the waking light
I think I’m dumb,
maybe just happy.

Reviews

[WildeWhore]

:) ok, caught the Kurt Cobain line.
but an admirable sentiment to wrap around it! Maybe he'd even be proud.