I may not live along the shoreline
But I can see the ocean from my porch
Just a sliver of blue or of grey
Depends on the day
To tell you the truth
I may not be able to paint/write/take a picture whatever to capture this moment
And maybe I’ll leave this half-developed idea on a page
Somewhere underneath
All the blank sheets of paper I’m too scared to touch
I thought I could fill them so magically by moving around
But they stay empty no matter where you run
Seeing something new is nice but
It doesn’t change the fact that I’m afraid
Cause I haven’t seen that the secret and the strength is not
Behind me or before me but inside me
It’s inside me, it’s inside me
The kingdoms not behind me or before me or above me or below me
It’s inside me
Pay attention to the things that matter
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