Monday, January 10, 2011

foundation (tribute to lost and forgotten dreams)

You see it’s the ground
With zero over it
It your soil
Your trail
Your dream
And no one eles
that’s the beauty of youth
Because there is no pollution
No confusion
Or the heavy institution on top
Embedding what is right and what is wrong
It is your life
It is your song
Your soil
Your seeds only for you
To plant
And whatever grows or whatever dies
Life goes on
Though we never know why
But I believe its because you are the author
The painter
The dancer
And the politician of your own life
This is the meaning of devotion
As I write this full of streaming tears
Of emotion that on the paper
This paper is the ocean
And you can either float or drown
You can either smile or frown
Look up or down
Have a voice or never make a sound
This is for you and you and you
And only a few will understand
That as an individual we create our own plans
No woman no man
People will come and go in our lives, so
Just rewind… to moment before you fell in love
Before you created a family
remember your inspriration
Sweat and tears that comes from every sigh of your respiration
Remember who were you were before you flourish into a garden
What was your passion
What was your joy
What was that feeling
That made you feel brand new
The only would never leave you in the middle of the night
Do you remember what made the dark seem so light
When you had it
Its never too late to go back
Never too late to walk amongst the broken track
Of forgotten and lost dreams
Never too late …
Oh it seems

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