if i asked you to live would you do it just for me? if i asked you to jump would you trust me? i dont think you would. i really dont. the edge of my plateau is getting further and further away, and all you have to do is jump and yet you will stay on your green pasture because you are too afraid to fall. dont you see that you have wings? sometimes you have to turn around and see yourself through my eyes. see yourself the way i see you. yo floated down from heaven and perched on the edge you shy away from putting your toe in the water. you dont want to get wet. you dont want the ripples. you dont want to break the surface. i know, i know. but sometimes, you just got to break the surface to get anywhere. just drop in and see where it takes you. see what happens and most of all see yourself on the cool blue reflection the second before you break its glass.
my plateau is getting lonely now. the winds are picking up. twins of the santa ana, but always falling west. racing to meet the sun as it peeks over the horizon. its a new day again. time to relive it all the way you want it to be. i know when the light reigns over me you wont be here, but i have no worries. theres tomorrow, or the next day, and one day you will be here. one day we will walk hand in hand to the light and live our day together. a day that forever is still, but always keeps moving. that one day that is the sum of every feeling you have ever had. the times you remember with your dad when he was superman; your mom, when she was the best; your brother when he was looking out for you; your family when they were all together; your life when it was just one piece. there it is perfect. it may not be tomorrow, or the next day, but it will happen eventually. ill have that perfect day that will be the day it all came together.
as you fall deeper into the water look back up at the surface and see it altogether again. the other side was everything up to now and you are in the now. there is no one reflection of yourself. it is every moment of yourself - good and bad. it all makes sense now.
just keep moving.
tim.
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