Thursday, 13 November 2014

A Soft Place To Fall.

I was looking for a soft place to fall,
In this world of hard knocks.
I was looking for somewhere to shelter,
In amongst the sharp rocks.

What do you see,
When you look inside me?
What do you see,
When you look inside you?

In amongst the grains of sand,
Is a life of joy.
In amongst the fiery hands,
Is the life of a little boy.

In amongst the conformity,
Is a new wild life.
In amongst the entropy,
Is the release from strife.

Lean on me,
As I find myself.
Lean on me,
As I step down from the shelf. (of tribal norms)

Go,
Fly,
Live,
Love.

Time to breathe,
Time to seek,
Time to leave,
No life for the meek.

I was looking for a soft place to fall,
In this world of hard knocks.
I was looking for somewhere to shelter,
In amongst the sharp rocks.

It was always there,
Inside me.
It was waiting there,
Waiting for me,
Waiting to 'be'.

So......what are you waiting for?

Is fear holding you back?

When are you REALLY going to 'be' you?

Les 
A Moodscope member.