It’s the bobbin’; the wonder;
The refreshing point of view.
It’s the ripple in the water
Which buoys every bit of you.
It’s the sails fixed in directions,
Taking dreams afar from shore;
Just to cast them across waters,
Ensuring room to dream some more.
Its reflection of your image,
You see behind eyelids;
As you fixate on the mindful
In the dos and don’ts and dids.
And you breathe in the Sequoia:
The elixir that’s been lost;
And the clouds part in the heavens;
And you’re admitted at no cost.
Its remembrance of another day,
When butterflies are chased.
And a young love enters coyly;
And our hearts begin to race.
It’s the innocence we look to
Which keeps hope company;
Then we ask ourselves in blindness,
Are we really meant to see?
It’s the leaf which drifts beside us.
Where current is the game;
And our sails begin to flutter,
Realizing there’s no gain.
And so in time we settle,
Understanding journey’s nut:
And we cut the tether–fast away–
Leaving compass up to guts.
Its freedom in its virgin form:
Escaping all the rules.
And like a young boy dreaming,
Not one of us are fools.
For youth has understanding,
And it’s in those very virtues,
Where I invest my time with thee.
So sail, sail, sail away
On every dream that’s that dreamt;
And stand up in your crow’s nest
With unconditional consent:
For every living being,
To live a life that’s free;
To feel Sol’s wind caress them,
Being life’s calliope.
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