Chasing Summer

 

It’s a bit cold this morning when I woke up,
Saw the glass frosted while sipping my cup.
My morning coffee got cold easily.
My morning drive was a bit slippery.

It’s a bit cold out there this morning.
The sky’s dark, Is there a storm coming?
No morning walks, no morning jogs.
No morning talks, no morning hugs.

It’s getting colder, I miss the sun.
The cold bothers, I want to outrun.
Feel the sun’s warmth as it hits the skin.
Close my eyes and let it shine within.

It’s starting to freeze, it’s starting to numb.
Do I chase summer, or do I succumb?
Search for warmth, Keep close to the fire.
Feel summer… that is all I desire.

Hero

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You wanted me to run, you wanted me to fly.
I felt the need to teleport to where ever you are.
You wanted me strong, you wanted me numb.
I felt the need to morph to whatever you want.

I wanted to scream so loud so everyone could hear.
I wanted to stretch so far so everyone could feel.
I wanted to grow so big so everyone could see.
All I came up with was a wounded version of me.

I felt the fire burning, quickly it was blown away.
I felt the earth growing, quickly it was washed away.
I felt the wounds healing, quickly the scars bled.
I felt the reality changing but quickly it failed.

So many things we both wanted me to do.
I can’t be a hero to save me and you
Just a wounded person just like you.
The things that you needed are what I needed too.

Hey, You!

Hey, You! Have I seen you somewhere?
Seems you have more lines on your face.
You used to be leaner and younger
Now, you look dull and tired on the surface.

Hey, You! I remember we used to converse
Sounds as if you can’t keep it together
You used to be jolly, always discoursed.
Now, you can’t even find your shelter

Hey, You! Weren’t you always out there?
Feels as if that something in you just dawned
You wanted to conquer, there was no mere.
Now, you sit there all curled up and walled.

Hey, You! Can’t you still recognize who I am?
After all this, you seem still can’t see.
Just a different version of what you used to dream.
It Is I, the best version of what you’re going to be.

Journey

Sometimes it’s going to hurt,
Nothing is gonna make it sublime.
You might feel you got no support.
Don’t fret, it’s just sometimes.

Some days you’d feel blank,
Wondering why things go astray.
Still wishing you could go back.
Don’t worry it’ll be alright someday.

Somehow you’d learn to forget.
Slowly, you’d realize you can let go.
Of all the things you try to regret.
Your worries will fade away, somehow.

Somewhere along you’d find yourself,
Picking your broken pieces out there.
Remembering the true value of thyself,
You’d soon find happiness, somewhere.