You were, until now and the days yet to be,
the best thing and worst thing that happened to me.
My soul’s torn to shreds by the feelings I host,
I’m grateful and hateful and fearing the worst.
When I’m a tree
I will stand for a thousand years.
I will not question why I sprouted
in the warmth of the sun,
I will not question the snow
I’m walking in a sea of dreams, of colors not before defined,
of intertwined harmonic waves that pass through matter towards light.
Under the mirror of the deep amazing effervescence brews
You can’t even fathom how dire it would be
if by chance or by choice your child ends up like me
and I’m smiling and thinking of all that I am
I guess I arrived at that time in my life
when people start questioning meaning.
They question their standing,
they question their worth,