There is a me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside.
A thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside.
There is a me who lives unseen
She paces the corridors inside
She’s made of dreams that flow in between
These walls in my mind
She’s my internal shadow traversing time
The relentless hope that slowly seeps through my eyes
Like the sun draped dawn,
She never asks why it is her job to ignite me,
Her purpose, to be my guide
To the me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside
To the thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside
Transformation is the spirit changing gear.
The elements of one’s being becoming aware
That the future is always far
When your feet are firmly planted here
Attached to the present
Rooted in fear
Change is the pulse of possibility
Pulling from the periphery to the now
It is the questions unanswered
The journey through the why’s and the how’s
It is a sojourn through darkness with a solitary flame as guide
It is the sole destination, the navigator and the ride
It is the blue light revelation revealed when morning cracks
It is abundance when you have known how it feels to live is lack
It is the race, the car, the ref, the scorecard and the track,
It is eyes fixed to the horizon with angels at your back
It is the purpose held with reverence reverted to when doubt attacks
It is an energizing uncertainty leaving no option of turning back
Always shifting
Always present
Demanding of us to be more than who we see ourselves to be
Than what we were before
Tomorrow is an infinite portal with no ceiling and no floor
There is only the ledge that beckons us
And wings designed for us to soar
There is a me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside
A thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside
There is a me who lives unseen
She paces the corridors inside
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