Wishing for the Unforeseen

Wishing for Creativity

I thought a thought so big and wild when I was just a little child.

It spoke a song so big and loud I felt that I could touch the clouds.

It spoke of things never spoken before and it broke boundaries never broken before.

It sounded daring with its colors of red, it had ideas suggesting the colors of dread.

It explained how fear took hold and it said to escape, one must be bold.

It said don't be afraid of what people say is crazy, what matters is that you don't become lazy.

It said let your mind become a nuisance for that is what protects it from beholding translucence.

Again it screamed with colors of yellow, burning bright with passion that would never be mellow.

It showed me things I never new possible, and I finally saw the what life finally has to offer.

With skips and jumps I lifted my head as I screamed to the world why wonders aren't dead.

Loud and proud I sang it into the void so when people listened their shells would be destroyed.

Colors fly with brand new dances seeking where they could find new chances. 

The connections sought made friends a new as passion and might with courage grew.

Sitting still and alone waiting for its cue, a peaceful thing stomped with its waves of blue.

It looked out the window and saw the commotion,

"In time," it said, "As I drift among the ocean."

With a somber demeanor and a wise mind the thing looked back at the memories of the kind.

Now standing alone, waiting for its time, in the rickety shack, not knowing its prime.

It'll wait and wait for the perfect moment, no matter what happens to dull his opponent.

"Soon I'll spread my plentiful bounty and see what happens with the county."

Not knowing how long or knowing how often the thing sat again, soon going into its coffin.

Oozing through the cracks of the new world, green stood up and  began to swirl.

With fingers like paint and a mood of happiness, it set a shrill to the air with more kindness.

It's here! It's here! I'll let the whole world know, life will be born and new things will grow.

With passion and delight the world grew better, she could not stop now and no one would let her.

Let things sing as the divine rest in peace,  everything is changing now and can never cease.

As something shrinks another begins to grow, letting in the life and flow.

With spreading calls and a new world in place, the future looks up to a brand new race.

Dark destinies lurked where no one dared to stare.

In the commotion of everything one stay hidden, it could not be seen and could not be let in.

Purple was corrupt and could not see the way things were; to him it was simple: all people were curs.

With their ideas aplenty and there feelings amuck, the town will be damned and soon run out of luck.

A new order needs to take hold, one that is cunning and one that'll be bold.

It'll fix the mess it believed was made, and start to end the new world being laid.

I panicked as my song began to choke out, the people were quitting and I started to pout.

They were afraid of the destinies that he said he held, and now I walked away, not wanting to meld.

"So long," I said. "So long to the brave who caved. So long to the passion that went out of fashion. So long to the sea that won't feel glee. So long to the energy giving new life and hello to that of ending one. Hello fear. Goodbye passion."

I look to the heavens as my head begins to clear and I wondered why things weren't kick'in into gear. I realized then as I stood looking at the stars, it's because no one can see; not yet, not yet. Not until the feat begins, when one will look away and see again what I have seen. Only then will we all be and only then will the Earth be free.