When I close my eyes I can see clouds against a sapphire sky. My eyelids could be transparent, but I'd rather believe that He took a paintbrush and swirled the images there Himself. I'm not typically an outspoken person, at least not when it counts, so I hope to someday have a tongue that can do more than swallow and lick, and a mind that stays out of the gutter when I write a poem. Hundreds of thick green vines couldn't hold me back when I'm driven, but they also couldn't pull me along when I'm lazy, which is completely unnatural so why am I the exception? Sometimes I feel like a blemish on this place like a blemish on my face in my 6th grade yearbook photo and I cried and cried. How could I have been so shallow?... I'll tell you why because I'm still only a kid though I hate to admit I have no experience and can not yet form original opinions, selfless thoughts, or beliefs...Ha!I'm not sure if that's an acceptable excuse anymore seeing as 3/20ths are already gone if I go by Five For Fighting.I have driven hundreds of miles and seen just as many faces but I'd like to tell myself that I have left a permanent smile on at least one of them and I wish I could remember every mile and each face because somehow I neglected to make a scrapbook. As the yellow and white dotted lines of this road blur together I can only hope that they don't form into chains, but instead into handrails aiding me across rough terrains or at least so I can slide down them. I'll tumble and scrape my knees, lose a few brain cells through means both legal and illegal, have my ambitions accordion folded in 6 different directions... Just like I will accordion fold some other poor kids heart BUT that's life dust yourself off. We can't be perfect all the time so for now I'm content watching the clouds float by on the backs of my eyelids, because when all the grime is wiped off the mirror that's the only productive thing to be doing anyway.
You should try it too.
You should try it too.
