Sunday, May 4, 2014

...Remember Me

Some people dig
graves with their words.
Others build castles.
I want mines to be a
key that unlocks the
gates to heaven.
That unstraps the
straightjacket caging
your soul; blindfolding
your eyes when its
islands to sightsee.
Dreams to skydive in…
they tell you the
corner is a cliff.
They lie.
One step off the curb
and you’ll fall into the
arms of your destiny,
with opportunity waiting
deathly quietly alongside
her like a father for his newborn.
This is rebirth.
This is taking the world
by storm peacefully.
Because the truth is,
I don’t know any other
path to happiness.


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