If we’re lucky
A simple few breaths,
quiet moments caught in a net.
We’ll be this great thing
A great mess of the world
Leaving prints
On walls, doors, streets, and hearts
An acknowledgement of a beat
A few steps forward
Few skips back
I want to convey meaning
As my words dance a long the page
Say something create beauty
A feeling, a most unmistakable complex feeling
Come across like the waves of the sea
And wind on a sail
Belong there
Be understood,
Hold yourself responsible
Create your being
As they push you down
Yet they cannot hold
For there is too much will
And love in your soul.
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