Getting aggressive during play fighting
Oblivious to the dangers at hand
Outside the air was turbulent with drama
Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.
Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion
Really need to define a new starting line
Enabling oneself to begin anew
So all the wanderings previously done are swept into the past
Excited to try again with the hope of fulfilling the quest this time
The learnings from the past are important, but sometimes you need a new genesis
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
How can you open your eyes every morning
Only to find so much darkness around you
Pushing you further into despair
Evict those thoughts since you can create light and let it shine
The rat race isn’t getting any easier
Running as fast as you can in circles
And all you can hope for is some crappy medal
Consider what would happen if you tried a different sport?
Kick off those tired sneakers and grab a javelin?
Perceiving the world through the lens of the soul
Ordering the chaos while making order more chaotic
Everything is their purview, and yet they focus on the basic building blocks
Those are love, loss, hope, despair and the building blocks of humanity
Down deep you know it’s true
It doesn’t stop you from going deeper, though
Giving up hope that the treasure is just a bit lower isn’t an option
Pounding back the fortified wine
Orlando stared at the waves slapping against the hull
Refuge hopefully would be found in the bottom of that bottle
That hope proved futile
Love came down as a baby
Igniting a beacon in the night
Giving hope to those in the darkness
Hope to those that had lost it
That all could find their way back home