We don't want it enough
I'm talking about the stars that seem beyond our reach
The dreams we dream while we're awake
The vision within that promises a life long journey of fulfillment
That we're too scared to embark upon
No, we don't want it as much as we say we do
Cause we seem to love excuses
"Oh, it won't fit into my schedule"
"It's not exactly in the budget right now"
"Things aren't the way they used to be"
"I'm too tired"
So the little girl who dared to be curious
Is now a woman "too busy" to travel the world
And the little boy who loves to groove
Is now "too manly" to be a dancer
And we, the once young, brave, carefree hearts
Are now too scared to be moved by the rhythm of our own purpose
Too important to be happy
Too busy for inner peace
Too poor to bargain against the odds
I completely understand
I understand that we don't want it enough
That's right, I'm blaming ourselves
Cause we seem to have enough time, energy, and money
To invest in everyone and everything in life
Except ourselves
How do we allow ourselves to become so...empty?
I don't know about you, but I can't do this
This thing where I live life as though I'm already dead
I, I just have too much to live for
Too many shooting stars to ride
Too many dreams to let die
Too many people to inspire
Too great a journey to refuse
I want it too much, darn it!
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Thoughts in Bold Ink
PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
