So he puts on the right music,
probably rock and roll,
his genre, his childhood,
it’s what he always thought
he might know,
when push comes to shove,
when life says it time to know
once again,
re-evaluate your love,
it is that sort of quiet mindset
the break of day begins,
and everything that matters,
seems rather senseless
until the words begin to flow.
Oh to be on chartered waters
where the epic nature of time
began to flow like the sea waves
we might only have imagined
from some land-locked port of call.
For it is inside the memory of time
we do make choice
we call out our inhibitions
when no one is looking
and suddenly our dance,
the steps we have long feared
become a sacred sort of prance
inside this silent makeup
of human condition
and emotional well being
caught in the eyes of a stranger
to appear more likely a trance.
Oh to find the words,
to finish this state of mind,
where it was in the beginning
is another day feeling
the pains and fruition of what it is
we choose
we want
we need
we .. love.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
