Poetry For Everyday People
Where We're At
Even at my worst
I will smell flowers
I will read
I will write
I will love
I will drink
I will reach
even at my worst
I will remember
I will keep my word
I will dream
I will keep the faith
I will seek it
I will dig hell for water
we can keep on
living pain
living a life short
on living
long on chance
but we know
somewhere in us
we know
I've fought my whole
life
making sure I was
in complete touch
with it
that little
insignificant miracle
that instinctual savor
personal guru
that little something
within us
that tells us
beware
we're gonna make it
we don't belong forgotten
there is more to this
we're better than this
we light candles
for a reason
we dream and read
for a reason
we don't settle
for a reason
now the beautiful part
of this
is nobody knows
the machine is too
complicated my friends
and yes people close to us
should know enough?
to give us the respect
or space to bleed
to reinvent
to chase
there is always
a way out
always a magic path
a lit lantern
a neon
a friend
open
is the road
to freedom
even letters
on a page
can fly you
out.
I will smell flowers
I will read
I will write
I will love
I will drink
I will reach
even at my worst
I will remember
I will keep my word
I will dream
I will keep the faith
I will seek it
I will dig hell for water
we can keep on
living pain
living a life short
on living
long on chance
but we know
somewhere in us
we know
I've fought my whole
life
making sure I was
in complete touch
with it
that little
insignificant miracle
that instinctual savor
personal guru
that little something
within us
that tells us
beware
we're gonna make it
we don't belong forgotten
there is more to this
we're better than this
we light candles
for a reason
we dream and read
for a reason
we don't settle
for a reason
now the beautiful part
of this
is nobody knows
the machine is too
complicated my friends
and yes people close to us
should know enough?
to give us the respect
or space to bleed
to reinvent
to chase
there is always
a way out
always a magic path
a lit lantern
a neon
a friend
open
is the road
to freedom
even letters
on a page
can fly you
out.
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Where We`re At
Where We`re At