As you get on the road with no clear destination
You have got to be filled with pure determination
If you shift many times make sure you never fall
There is no one so kind to see if you stand tall
When you get in the storm
Just believe you are strong
Only weaklings get caught
In the web of the nought
When the fire is burning
Keep on sailing and soaring
It may take times and seasons
But you’ll still find your healing.
I keep fighting with myself but I don’t know if I am winning
I keep taking baby steps although I know they’re not within
Everyday I tell that spirit that I leave it all to him
But sometimes I wonder if indeed this journey is for me
You may find me sitting lost in thoughts but that is not the end
I have taken all my troubles and I hold them in my hands
There is not a brick to break except I let them crack my back
This is not the place we started but we’ve come this far to bark
Can you see me fighting with myself
Can you hear me screaming in your ears
Are my words too silent to make a little sense
Are you listening
Are you watching
Are you just passing by?
She wakes early at dawn
To watch the sun come up
She passes through doors at noon
To check on the blossoming field
She stares at the horizon at dusk
To wave sunset goodbye
She beholds the stars at night
As they glitter around the moon
She finds meaning in nature
And this becomes her creation.
Someday, the flowers will wither
They’ll lose their colour and charm
They’ll close their eyes in defeat
And mourn the dearth of affection
Someday, every grain of happiness will disappear
There’ll be nothing left to cheer about
Future wishes and hope will fall asleep
And nothing will remain of good spirit
Someday, the door will stop being wide open
The wind and cold chill will shut it out
They’ll force it to cease being ajar
And there’ll no longer be entry
Someday, apologies will win no victories
Sincerity will be deceit in disguise
Truth will lose all value and price
And good intentions will be misconstrued
Someday, the eager bride will change her mind
She’ll choose instead to travel alone
She’ll turn away to tour the world
And leave behind all dreams of motherhood
Someday, there’ll be no remnant of love
There’ll be no sweet kisses or cuddling
There’ll be no playing under the sheets
There’ll be just a book, paper and pen.
They say this is the twenty-first century
I say it’s laden with so much history
People admire the golden lamp in your family house
But can you tell them the story behind it?
Little children play with the teddy-bear on your couch
And long to know who brought it home
Do you recall who brought that Christmas gift
Or how much sacrifice it was worth?
Neighbours fetch from the stream at your backyard
Their hearts pray that heaven will reward your kindness
They’re fascinated by its depth and wealth
But do you have the words to quench their curiosity?
Your name. Your identity. People love you.
They smile at the mention of your name
They glow to be entangled in your circle
But can you tell them the truth of your birth?
We, like you, are people with so much brilliance
Beautifying the universe, listening to our aged
But when our old ones sail to never return
Shall we know our plots enough to write our history?
We move in the middle, not confident
Wondering when life will begin
As if today was not yesterday’s future
We keep waiting and watching
Hoping for a tomorrow that’s unheard of
And looking for meaning in nothing.
Are we not lost and found
Trying to get through the storms
That once drowned us mercilessly
Are we not lost and found
Hiding from our faulty fast lanes
And working around the clock?
There’s something nobody talks about
That one topic that’s not a secret
But it’s too real to be spoken of
And so we act like all is figured out
We think of ourselves as friends
But in truth, we’ve never met.