I wonder what it would be like
To always have your eyes towards the sky
What it would be like to believe in your own lies
Where you stand is not worth losing your chance to expand
When you silence yourself you lie to yourself
How it must feel to constantly smother what to your soul is real?
Swiftly move your eyes from the clouds and choose to look down and around and perhaps you will be where you’re meant to be found
The pines, the oaks, the mist that cloaks
The ferns, the sweetgrass, where sunlight always lasts
Breathe it in, and let out the thoughts
The ones you kept buried and your wishing well in a drought
Listen to the sounds of your destiny flying earthbound
The river, the bees, the things that make you weak at the knees
The blue birds, the black, which when heard you no longer feel lack
Allow yourself to receive and no longer deceive
The passion that there has always been
Will come through so happiness can begin
No more hiding, no more lying
It’s time to let your soul feel like it isn’t dying
Don’t be weary of others who choose to feel dreary
Stay in your lane and don’t let others put in you in a corner to complain
Move forward in this life because the end is now of feeling this strife
Smile child, because what is yet to come is beautifully wild
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