Every Day

 

 

 

To the shy and closed heart

remember there is naught to upstart
As it's all just one cycle.
One you nor I helped to chart

Fear the long and crowded isle,
It speaks voices to keep you in denial.
Do not reach further out,
Just keep your eyes down to the tile.

But there is a place you can sprout,
Just try to take the right route.
Do not hear the voices,
As eventually they just begin to shout.

As they feel you pressured from the choices,
As they begin to spread their rejoices.

They do not care of your survival,
Failing to realize the words are vital.

Seeing that this is what it's all about,
It's something we can do without.