My Dreams to Live. My Goal your Laughter

 its not change, its choices. Change is just the ‘instance’ that something defers. Not merely defining who i am but that I’m becoming.

Sometimes the world tends to glow and illuminate the space around you, that the stars that dance in the night. and kiss your face till mornings light.

Warm shadows we lay waste above.

The air we breath and not a fear.

we coward by are simple ways,

let not the truth-the sun kiss our face.

deep water wells and shower gels

are nothing to us here,

but cross the seas the children weep

and hear the lions near.

The blinded clean, 

the challanged chained

and to them but so soft and sweet.

We speek our language that alone

and keep more than shoes upon our feet.

We take a flame under hearts and char them with a senseless spark.

our voices, loud murmurs, are speeches stolid as the night draws near

and Consideration for anything is far from standing here. 

we wash away the leaves of change 

and hope to never feel the pain.

were numbed to any truthful joy 

because we are left indolent to this poorer choice.

All i ever want to do is make you smile :)