Saturday, June 23, 2012

of messiahs & bees

I never wrote about the moonlit sky,
the mountain peaks, sun gliding by,
the waves in the sea, greens in the trees,
I was somehow always stuck with me.

Each morning had something new in store,
new hopes, new loves, new dreams and more,
and all of that I would ignore,
I would search till I found new misery.

Every misery had a messiah,
my eyes closed, I’d let life steer,
the messiah would become the master,
And before I knew I had lost all control.

I lived my life led by others,
their notions of right and wrong, their happiness and their whims.
Finally I couldn't breathe,
I lost myself conforming!
I'm taking it back,
I don't need a messiah.

Now, I see the birds, I see the bees,
I see the dew-drops on the leaves.

Maybe I'll write about them the next time.

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