Walking on Pins and Needles
The orb that is life
Extends its shining rays
In colors beyond the average spectrum.
Each finger of experience
Strokes the page in sweeps of sincerity,
Grazes the grassy carpet,
And blurs the mistakes.
On pins and needles we walk,
Pretending our life is a floor of stalagmites,
Icy splinters stabbing our feet.
Yet it is not so,
For our life is a colony of grass blades,
Meant to be disregarded,
Trampled on, run through, frolicked upon…
It is meant to be understood and simple,
Not meant to be questioned as a feared unknown.
So shed your serious follies,
Bound beyond the stalagmites that scare you,
Melt them with your radiance.
Refuse to burden life
By assigning unnecessary complexities,
Entanglements which life will simply disregard.
an original.... tell me what you think....
Extends its shining rays
In colors beyond the average spectrum.
Each finger of experience
Strokes the page in sweeps of sincerity,
Grazes the grassy carpet,
And blurs the mistakes.
On pins and needles we walk,
Pretending our life is a floor of stalagmites,
Icy splinters stabbing our feet.
Yet it is not so,
For our life is a colony of grass blades,
Meant to be disregarded,
Trampled on, run through, frolicked upon…
It is meant to be understood and simple,
Not meant to be questioned as a feared unknown.
So shed your serious follies,
Bound beyond the stalagmites that scare you,
Melt them with your radiance.
Refuse to burden life
By assigning unnecessary complexities,
Entanglements which life will simply disregard.
an original.... tell me what you think....