I write to give hope for my shadows & dreams
Within the sound of a new born snoring
A mind so uniquely squeaky & clean
Was this once me?
The feelings I feel, could rip my bones in two!
How did I ever walk this land before you!
The sound of your breath just carries me through
Thoughts of not knowing it, is insanely untrue..
This love I was sold, should not of had gold.... As our words are worth more, shining so pure but nothing comes back its universal law
Forever expanding pushing past the limits, in a relay race passing the baton, death is the only thing certain.
This is not just a holiday but a chance to leave something that was not there before.
Paint it, make it, play it, dance with it, teach & listen to it, rhyme it or cry it, love it or hate it but most of all!
Be it & give it all you have got, as you may be forgot but your ripple can not!
This is goes on & on into many unfathomable transformations.