Release
Sometimes you need to talk
sometimes you need to speak
sometimes you need to release
release
release
If your standing at the edge of the pool and you
dip
your toe in and the water in fact feels nice but you
don't know how
deep
it goes
The full heart which you wear weighs as much as the heavy heart that you bear and may cause you to sink further then your willing to swim. (I never saved anything for the swim back an echo yells.) Your heart yells to jump your head yells to slump while you sit there and totter because you don't like the idea of drowning.
No one wants to be one lost soul swimming in a fish bowl yet you don't know if the time you are wearing is suitable for swimming.
Yet again the seasons never change because some one wants them to. The seasons change as they will.
Emotions are the seasons of the heart. Trying to force them into logical thought patterns is like trying to pin down the summer or convince the winter to stay for five more minutes. I say lay next to the fall as it falls asleep and enjoy the pauses that grow longer with each new blink. Or revel in the spring as the new thoughts and dreams swell.
I dream of flying so I will do it, when the wind blows I will flow with it and land where it takes me.
When you have no fear to tie you down anywhere you land can be home.
Whether it be into the pool
or
Back on the ledge
Either is fine with me.
sometimes you need to speak
sometimes you need to release
release
release
If your standing at the edge of the pool and you
dip
your toe in and the water in fact feels nice but you
don't know how
deep
it goes
The full heart which you wear weighs as much as the heavy heart that you bear and may cause you to sink further then your willing to swim. (I never saved anything for the swim back an echo yells.) Your heart yells to jump your head yells to slump while you sit there and totter because you don't like the idea of drowning.
No one wants to be one lost soul swimming in a fish bowl yet you don't know if the time you are wearing is suitable for swimming.
Yet again the seasons never change because some one wants them to. The seasons change as they will.
Emotions are the seasons of the heart. Trying to force them into logical thought patterns is like trying to pin down the summer or convince the winter to stay for five more minutes. I say lay next to the fall as it falls asleep and enjoy the pauses that grow longer with each new blink. Or revel in the spring as the new thoughts and dreams swell.
I dream of flying so I will do it, when the wind blows I will flow with it and land where it takes me.
When you have no fear to tie you down anywhere you land can be home.
Whether it be into the pool
or
Back on the ledge
Either is fine with me.