Just like Martin Luther King JR,
I had a dream
A dream far deeper than the ocean
itself
and it wells up within me -
refusing to be ignored.
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I see you humming and living like you
have no worries in life
but then I still worry,
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I worry you can't see the sun as I see
it.
I worry it seems you can't pursue
what you have in mind
for yourself
Because of your limitations
And I fear the many obstacles
secluding you
from where you ought to be
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After a while,
I'm brought to a state quite unfamiliar
to my kind
And I'm forced to see through your
eyes , the world as you see it
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Now, I don't know whether to worry
for you or for myself
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The many times I made up excuses,
Just to run away from pushing myself
and realizing,
The strengths in my weaknesses
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There were times You watched me
complain about not having
what I ought to have or being where it
seems I ought to be at the time
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While I was busy thinking about all of
My problems, I'm forgetting you
are fighting your hardest no matter
how hard it gets
and doing the unimaginable with
your hands
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Regardless of what seems like a "pity
state" far from that! , you prove me
wrong every time
🍉
The world is your canvas and you
paint them
whatever color you choose.
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Your parts are guided by stringed
vibrations and
your eyes endless patterned
punctures
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But you don't let that stop you and
here is a lesson for me to learn,
Instead of trying to make you see
through
the eyes of my periscope,
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And just leaving you as once upon
a time kind of dream, where I saw
you smile so wide
and sincere it made my whole
world beam with joy,
🍉
Now, I'll thrive to make my dreams
come through
A dream where I see the world as you
see it,
be grateful for what I have and derive
happiness in the little things—
🍉
Also a dream where you are as happy
as a lark
and have all you need to keep you the
beautiful creature you are .
🍉
Too bad the world can't see through
the eyes of your periscope
maybe then they'll learn to have
some peace.
-Blackbird
15/01/2017
YOU ARE READING
Half Past 00:00
Poetry⏰It's 00:00 the night is fast asleep and anyone who dares speak is silenced but my mind refuses to be silenced, Dear little Blackbird speak less, ink more she tells me. Endless lines of my feelings flood my pages uninterrupted, it feels good...
