Will it ever be different? Or will it stay the same?
Will the past come back to haunt us, or is it we became,
Something no one understood, let alone ourselves,
Something terrible and beautiful: dusty crystal on the shelves.
And what do you say to cloudy days, and lying on your back
Out underneath the dark grey sky until it’s only love light that you lack?
What do you say to cold hard truth, and never telling lies?
Even if it means regret, sometimes sorrow, and the hardest of goodbyes…
What do you say to living, and never giving up?
What do you say to drinking from the everlasting cup?
What do you see when you see me?
Am I happy, am I free?
Or do you see a sad, sad person,
Whose condition only worsens.
I want you to feel everything, everything good and bad.
But then I want to shield you, if anything makes you sad.
What do you say to pain, if it makes you grow?
What do you say to weather, the sun, the sleet, the snow?
What do you say to freezing, or drowning in the depths?
What do you say to walking, or counting all your steps?
Do you dwell in past or present? Is living your only chore?
Or do you relish every day, always asking for one more?
Don’t you ever stop asking questions, never stop talking to me.
Don’t ever look in the mirror, and think you weren’t meant to be.
Don’t overanalyse Shakespeare, because it’s been done before.
Always question teachers, always question war.
Always look for peace – inside you and out,
And in each authority figure find some kind of doubt.
See that propaganda? Always see both sides.
Always look for fairness, always close divides.
Watch the sun rise once a month, to remind yourself things change.
Question what is normal, and be a little strange.
Do you wonder what people think of you? Try and break routine.
Think of who you want to be, and everything in between.
Will we ever talk together, or sit and just be friends?
Or do love and hate still part us so there will never be an end?
If history repeats itself, are we doomed to the same fate?
If we realize we’re wrong, will we realize too late?
I sit and ask these questions, and hope you’re slightly the same,
But understand it’s difference, that keeps the world from being lame.
And though these differences divide us, we still have the same heart,
We’re pumping blood through body, and appreciate that art.
We rant and exclaim at unlike things, but somehow find that line
Right down the middle of our acquaintance and it is what defines
Us as two individuals, who’ve had a troubled past
And look towards the future to live and live it fast.
We’ve made mistakes in all our lives, ones which we do and don’t regret
Don’t let these haunt your dreams, or to joy become a threat.
The point is don’t hang on, to actions done and done.
Move past these idle thoughts; get rid of every one.
If you’re reading this today, and are alive and free
Appreciate each breath, enjoy the things you see.
It’s an ironic world in which the easiest way to learn is through experience,
Though experience is hard, and sometimes makes you wince
And leaves scars both visible and not
Leaving people silent when sometimes they ought
To speak their mind and question why we did those things
That we knew were stupid, like trying to fly sans wings.
I’ve learned, and I know you have too.
It’s made us cry; it’s made us blue,
But it’s bought colour to our lives, and some happy moments too.
And I have to say my life is like this all because of you.
I question things, and learn a lot and I’m listening always.
To the people’s words, to trees and birds, to things unheard,
To the inner voice, and the old Rolls Royce, and every choice
To people’s thoughts, and words on page, and every phrase –
Because everybody matters, and everything’s alive.
Appreciate the moments, sounds, and never drink and drive.
I want you to be happy, I want to share with you
That every moment you can learn while always being true.
Do you ever wonder, why the world is never quiet?
Do you ever wish, that my writing took a diet?
I can’t be silent, won’t stop talking, writing’s not a sin.
And with every question, does a story not begin?
I churn the butter, spin the wheel, and so concoct a tale,
In hopes to keep you pondering, in hopes to never fail.
In hopes of wrapping up this rant, I have just one last plea,
Never ignore your neighbour, and seek the opportunity
To do some good in every day, don’t push aside those in your way,
To ask, and hope, and love and pray, and see that path? It’s alright to stray,
In the end just try and smile,
It’s okay to be blue, but once in a while
You want to be happy and be okay,
And shine your light, like the sun’s rays.