When you run, you will see,
there is nothing to find.
But as you grow,
You start to know,
And make sense of the past.
Only to find, that we were wrong
And reckless perhaps.
So we raced
And we paced
Seeking peace that we need.
Forced a love,
Somewhere above,
The truth inside of us.
And we paused,
Under the clouds,
Within the gray that lives in us.
Then we wept, from a pain
That we did not quite get.
Somewhere far, beyond our reach…
A harmony that we dreamt.
Something small,
Becomes tall,
A thought that evolves.
A confident,
In a blindfold,
Casting doubts on us all.
You and me, needed to see,
That nothing is real,
Beyond our hearts
Where we feel
The highest truth
and everything in between.
Something erupts.
And then it stops.
So the past can be
Finally born.
Peace conceived…
Well received!
By the warmest of tears.
