I am what I am, I do what I do..I cannot guarantee this will be the same day to day, but I can promise that whatever I am, it's always true to me.
Don't make the mistake of thinking I need you... for though in some cases, I may want you, I need no one but myself, and the air I breathe.
Don't think that because I love you it is limitless... and don't think that because I hate you it is hopeless.
All things have a way of working themselves into what they should be, and if they should not be, then of course, they will not be.
Don't pretend to know me unequivocally... for I won't even make that claim of myself.
Instead, accept me for who I am, ever changing as that may be, and I promise to do the same of you...
...except of course when I'm in one of those moods where for the life of me, I can't see the sides of another, or the wisdom even, in trying... I'm human after all, and claim no hold on wisdom.
"With grace and wonder,
Beneath unsettled wings,
She stands in the rain,
And she sings,
And she sings.
And as she hears her own voice,
Rising up in the air,
She no longer questions,
Whats right,
And whats fair.
With power and poise,
And a new wanderlust,
She feels her heart pounding,
As the past turns to dust.
And she feels in her spirit,
Some new dream of wonder,
As its cursing through her veins,
Like the harsh midnight thunder,
That pounds in the heavens,
Sending an alarm to the change,
And for once in her life,
She is proud to be strange.
A stranger that walks,
Always upon her own trail,
And finally has faith,
In that shell never fail.
She breathes in the night,
And lets it tickle her skin,
Allowing her lips,
To curl up into a grin.
With passion and hunger,
And a desire to soar,
Shes finally ready,
To open herself up to more.
To let it all in,
Both the good and the bad,
No longer filled with the fear
That it might leave her sad.
Just curious to feel,
All that might be hers to touch
Romance, and anger,
And elation and such.
With grace and wonder,
Beneath unsettled wings,
She stands in the rain,
And she sings,
And she sings,
And she feels alive,
Just cursing with power,
As she dances unfettered,
Ringing in a new hour.
An hour when nothing,
Will be as its been.
Where her eyes will be open,
To see what shes not seen.
When finally its fresh,
And nothing is stale.
When all that came before,
Will be broken and frail.
Where only the now,
Has power or reason,
And shes finally arrived,
With the change in the season. "
Dance, as though you have no choice.
Shout out, screaming with this new voice.
Live out loud, if only just to live,
and offer no more, than you are free to give.
Cry out, because you feel the need.
Taste life, with this famished, new found greed.
Spin round, and see this life in streams.
Move quickly, like a dreamer chasing dreams.
Stay open, and bordered not at all.
Spread your arms, and move into this free fall.
Fear nothing, but delight in all things new.
Except not, but what you feel is true.
Hear nothing, unless the words are wise.
Keep growing, and never close your eyes.
Forgive all, and chain no one to their deeds.
Ride the wind, and keep planting these new seeds.
Travel on, until you find your way.
Follow no words, but hear everything they say.
Swim the skies, and fly within the seas.
Keep in mind; you've only you to please.
Free your mind, and live outside the cage.
Anger at nothing, and never fear their rage.
Step daintily, but always to your own beat.
Follow nothing, but the path of your own feet.
To yourself, must you always remain true.
Beyond that, there is nothing you must do.
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