My path nascency
In pursuit of happiness I lost my sense of time
I murdered my soul I committed a crime
I couldn't pick a pen I couldn't pinch a rhyme
I tried to use words in a world that lives a mime
And if life is a question my answer begins with: I'm.
The hero of my era the traitor to my mind
Trying to see no evil I convinced myself that I'm blind
As everybody made their dreams mine was left behind
But patience is a virtue and surely God is kind
Keeping my noddle running it doesn't matter what I find
My dice stopped spinning it came up with a number
The first of September a day I should remember
To my family I'm valuable for society I'm just a member
My life started with a cry then with days I grew dumber
My body may seem in slumber but within my heart I carry ember
Observing the dawn
Sweep your tears so you won't miss the axial symmetry of the coming twilight.
You spent ages in waiting now it's your time to say goodbye to the night.
You can feel the heat of the sun warming your skin before you reach for the light.
You craved for the widest view, I hope you don't fear the height.
Your thrift helped you so far but I promise you to never go again on a diet.
Inhale fresh air let the breeze clear your mind and the dew moisten your thirst.
You are welcome to enjoy the portrait painted by the whole universe artist.
Beauty is always manifested in his creativity, look how vivid is the sun burst.
The horizon is your territory because you are here to watch it first.
If climbing to distant stars is one of hexed desires, then staying underneath soles is the worst.
Failure used to keep you as his prisoner and patiently you have done your time.
You sustained obscurity and filth as he kept you jailed in his slime.
He can deprive you from the light but he will never be able to involve you in his mime.
You still need obstacles to apprehend life the same way to digest you need enzymes.
Yet nature contains more than you can tell about it in a rhyme.
