Time Heals
A choice .
Perhaps it is time .
I find there is a cycle once again,
One that takes me back to the first point in my life .
And so I’ve been given the chance again .
To relive or break this chain .
Oh, how I love to dance with uncertainty as if deep down I want control of the external .
Yet, I see an opportunity . And one with great thought is one worth having time for .
But how much time do we have really?
Who cares?
. . .
This feeling of opening my chest with my arms spread wide aside;
Saying take me, feel me, kill me if you must .
Is ultimate, complete, utter surrender.
Nothing compares to the beauty of such acts of selflessness.
Silly to the man who worships money .
Priceless to those that believe in magic .
For energy put forth creates more energy .
And the decision to lead with that, well .
This must be the component that may one day heal the world .
Love as many say, yet many mistake .
Love is true, and I have seen it .
Finally, again, to & from .
Perhaps it is time .
For me to love once more .
