I’m so full of wonder, so much I could burst.
Wondering why your here and why they were here first.
Wondering what one glance will make pass, and why chances dance is the only thing that lasts.
Wondering whose who, and what to do, it seems we’ve all got a ticket,
So I’ll go ahead and make me, me,
If you promise to make you, you.
The who’s and why’s, that drive our lives, could all be seen
as simple lies. But life implies that we all lie, and those lies are only broken by the wise. Because eyes that see cannot tell lies just dreams.
So it seems,
You’re stuck in your own makebelieve,
But so am I.
The new life, newborn, never breathed,
See’s colors bleed, feels winds breeze,
Loves warmth.
So I wink and I whistle and I call you all gold,
Because what I see is a life in which you can’t grow old, You can only grow, so.
Whisper when you must.
Kiss when you trust.
Tell stories with your gaze.
Announce your own parade.
Be brave, be bold, be here.
Cause dear, we all love you, we’re just trying to find the words.
We all know you; we just think we sound absurd.
Everyone kisses your feet as you walk.
Your footprints though muddied, are stamped in our clocks.
The time that you’re here may come as a shock, because you couldn’t be anyone else.
But I know it to in myself, and it makes me.
The new life, newborn, never breathed,
See’s colors bleed, feels winds breeze,
Loves warmth.
So full of wonder, so much I could burst.
Wondering why your here and why they were here first. Wondering what one glance will make pass,
and why chances dance is the only thing that lasts.
I wonder why thunder makes so much sound, and if there’s anything to which life is bound.
I wonder where it is that the sun meets the stars, and who it is telling us that this world is ours.
I wonder through blunders. I wonder when drained.
I wonder when quiet.
I wonder at pain.
I wonder if anyone wonders the same.
Do the twists in my curls get stronger with rain?
Do the shackles we wear come off just the same?
Does anything anywhere ever get explained?
No.
So.
Well you don’t have to, but you can.
Don’t you see, its simplicity man, because this world is yours, so understand that it’s mine too.
We’re connected at the hip,
Each twist is felt quick.
So blow me a kiss and I’ll build you a ship, and we’ll sail on the same wind, away, away.
Wondering what we will wonder today.
Drifting afloat, cause all we can say is.
How beautiful,
How wonderful,
How sad,
How insane,
How tired,
How trite,
How lucky,
How arranged,
How wistful,
How sour,
How incredible,
How inspired,
How full of awe,
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