Dreams require more
Than empty thoughts
And weak wishes
You know it’s not just time
That cleans your dirty dishes
More than just time
Precedes their completion
It’s chosen action
With careful precision
Exertion of effort
Guided by a vision
Between your desire to grow
And your capacity for apathy
Use this time to write the words that you need to see
If you truly wish to realize all your soul’s dreams
Then you must always invest effort behind all your own scenes
So blessed
Miraculously grown with love as my crest of arms
Protected from life’s harms
By a core sense of love
Through the pain and hate
I still feel as if there’s a reason beyond our fate
That before you look to the future
Remember this moment is the opportunity
To continue to be
A conduit of love
Sharing good vibes while rising above
The herd mentality of hating
The banality of blaming
External variables for internal perspectives
Remembering the lessons
That life can be viewed from more than one angle
So decide which is best before getting all tangled
Yet at the same time
Here we are in this together
Sharing experiences just like the weather
With each passing moment
A chance to make it better
It’s time to start reading the words that you’ve been writing
Though your body’s been delayed, your heart’s still been fighting
Never stopped guiding you to believe the words you keep on saying
Grow, create, and don’t ever stop playing
You’re too young to let lack of energy be a valid excuse
Drop your sadness and your worries
Compared to the rest of the world
You truly have nothing to lose
Don’t be afraid to finish a task
You can move forward
You don’t need to ask for permission to grow
Trust this, you’ve already come to know
This feeling resonating inside your mind
Let go of the uneasy thoughts of leaving behind
The past versions of your existence
Stop reeling in the face of change
Embrace it as your chance to become stronger than you used to be
Not just letting time pass amusingly
But converting the blessing of being free
Into choices that lead you towards becoming me
During time of play
The concept of time merely fades away
No recipe required or steps to achieve
Just dream, create, and you’ll forget to breathe
As it already happens involuntarily
When focused on something else
Putting worries up on the shelf
There we go
Almost lost the show ya know
Couldn’t find the Evernote
Writing stories just to say I wrote
Cause you’ll never know
When you’re gonna grow
Next challenge on the corner
Now you’re stronger and can afford to
Take a hit or two from life
Standing tall like a human being
Supported by a wall
Of friendship and family
Altogether just breathing
The same shared air
On a planet numbered one
Whose story still unsung
A moment to be aware
Of how far we’ve been flung
In a universe both here and there
Polarity undiscovered
Between whats wrong and whats fair
People living separately
Hatred and animosity
With a sense of such ferocity
In difference of another
Take on a heartbeat
Organs still the same
Just the visuals and culture differing
What if we thought differently
Somehow, just magically
Ideal didn’t have to be
So damn far from reality
This is why I’m writing here
An attempt to guide you much more near
A sense of understanding
That questions remain outstanding
And change will only come after the moment we all demand it
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For those wondering, Evernote is the application I use to record my fleeting thoughts as I go about my days. I’ve been using it pretty consistently for a few months now and it’s beginning to pay off. Here’s one example: My recent post, Blip, was a fleeting thought from last month on August 13th, 9:07 AM. Must have been during my commute into work. That little thought — that fleeting idea — I probably hadn’t thought about since. Upon revisiting the idea during some time spent browsing notes, it struck me as something powerful and worth sharing. And thus, a moment later, a new post was born.
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NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center – Sunrise/Sunset Over Earth (NASA, International Space Station, 07/31/14) (Woah, they took this photo on my birthday. Sweet!)
With this propensity
Proclivity to write constantly
When I put things in a rhyme
they just make more sense to me
So I’m constantly repeating
what I’m trying to make myself believe in
Tired of crying needlessly
when it’s the perspective
that needs shifting
Not just sifting through
the pieces of the puzzle but
Altogether viewing it differently
cause nothing’s really meant to be
Coincidence mistaken for fate frequently
This universe can’t be plotted
Until you see this you wont be free
Still free to disagree
with this philosophy
regardless of the cognitive ease you
experience when every sentence
feels a part of some flow
as if I meant this
wording arrangement
to show you that greatness
Is simply meaning created
of dreamt up words
strung into a smoothly consumed statement
How many nights
have turned to days
in ways
that make each
phase a haze
Out of mind
and in a daze
on auto pilot
on this
space-borne maze
There’s no variety
in the Sun that we see
So what makes a day
A day lived free?
Who decides what best
for society?
What room is left
for you
and for me?
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