A day has died. (nothing changes) When I wake up my day is born For sixteen hours then I blow the horn I want to plug my mind into another source and believe I have access to a hidden force (a voice calls “change it”) To leave the mundane behind Stop leading a life so blind in what has become the perpetual grind and a dis-ease infecting my mind (on the cusp of change) Jump onto dreams, not one but three Climb ever higher up my flame tree To be free and unobstructed see Touching the blue reality Unlocking life with my unique key (embracing change) Now, never more and with pressing resolve, before my wings retract with fear I am heading for another hemisphere upon a tune only I can hear, clearly ready to evolve (change) The sacrilege of losing another day A blasphemy if I would stay There is no other way I am flying without delay Now I can play I love my day Let's play and play my beautiful day
Wow! What a great poem,
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Beautiful.
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Thank you Cristian. Appreciated.
From getting a ‘Like,’ to receiving a comment, begs me to make the analogy of sounding a note on a musical instrument to playing a chord.
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