Take a stroll before deadlines quicken your pace.
Sing a song before frayed nerves seal your lips.
Twirl up a dance before the ropes of fatigue
Anchor you to the seat.
Snap a photo with your mind before time crusts over your eyes.
Your senses would carry you from home
If you would only let them.
Cries of life rise in your throat
Whether or not you choose to speak. Even still after you clean out Your heart too well.
Your eyes will remain open, your mind awake, your legs young.
Your memory will be fresh, your smile a beam of life.
Your tongue will accept the food, your fingers the work.
Welcome them as they welcome you.
Your body may not pudge, cheeks like pillows, hair like feathers.
Your eyes may not gaze in wonder without memory.
Concept will be more than a concept.
No one will tickle your feet just to hear
An eruption of precious laugher.
But make this your second birth. Be born again and again.
Enter new worlds and behold the colors, the age of everything.
Shiver alongside the trees as the wind chills your bark skin and Twists your leafy hair into a storm.
Be a guiding light like the street lamps. Be as sure as the roads Which bring you home and back out again.
Smile like your teeth are finally popping
Spring flowers from earthy gums.
Take a stroll while the sun whispers her evening goodbyes.
You need not a light outside of you to find the way.
