I worry about winter
When summer is near,
When spring only now
Is fading into a sweet memory.
Yes, I fear the cold frigid storms
When the Sun shines bright
Warming the already hot air.
I worry and fear
But I convice myself not tonight.
For the night must be for dreams,
dream that could turn into reality.
Oh, how I want to force
my reality into my dreams,
Push my hopes into a cage
Or wish my life far far away.
Yet, there must be a different way
A new path, a strange way.
A road away from the fears
Of freezing on the road
Of needing to stop because of the cold.
How can I force summer to stay?
Is there a way
To stop seasons from changing
to stop life from living?
No, I suppose there is no way
Of stopping the world from turning and life from living,
But reality does not need to stay
And the life lived can be what dreams make.
Being led.
Calm the calamity in my mind,
Because I know you’re here.
And, I know I’m right.
This path may look
the wrong way,
seem to go no way,
a dead-end
or have a brick wall in the way.
Yet, this path is
the one I’m on,
the one you lead me down,
the right road for me,
so I will walk this path
that some think leads no where.
Because I know
I will get where I going
and know that I’m being led.