Poetic Dan

I write to give myself life (careful it\'s long)

One day a little boy asked his Dad, what is it that makes people so mad. 

 

He thought for a moment and took a gentle breath to reply 

 

Maybe because we closed our mind and forgot to let it expand 

 

The boy looked puzzled and said \" What, like a balloo?\" 

 

No more like the magic you have inside of you! 

With the boys dazzling look, the dad went on... 

 

As we inhale all particles and energy we don\'t see as is in the exhale, like an endless sea. 

 

For the madness people give, we have the power to transform it. Take it away and give back with happiness! 

 

Shrugging he\'s shoulders jumping off his dads lap ready to play this or that, \"I don\'t really get it but thanks for the chat.\" 

 

You\'re getting it already the dad sniggered and sat back to relax.

Then pondered on....

 

Not all connections are built to last but everything leaves a scar 

 

The tricks never losing sight of the love that heals from inner wars 

 

Each medal gone like a leaf from the storm or changing sessions 

 

We maybe rooted but also flying through space 

 

Ready to be everything or nothing in a flash or bang 

 

The question was never should or shouldn\'t we race 

 

The answer was what did it mean to feel alive in the first place