I’ve been a rock, a castle, a tree,
Bee, fast flowing water-stream
now a child, pretending to be a man
In a world full of meaningless hook-ups,
My goals are plastered on my wall so they’re the first and last thing I see everyday. They’re also written in my wallet, so I see them every time I open it.
You have to jump otherwise you’ll never get anywhere.
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Words that mean nothing
Music that sprinkles hope into the intricate roots,
Leaves fall from where?
As she catches each leaf, they guide her
Not by hand, not by wisdom
Not by heart, not by colors
But by rhythm,
They whisper the movements,
Each foot step is the birth of a new note,