The Power of Poetry
You’re Searching For A Soulmate
I wonder how it can be so That my life is a weather report. The wind rocks the oak tree, and I’m suspended in space. The sun’s reflection bleeds through my windowpane, And I can’t help but to smile. I am riding in a colorful taxi, Watching the city lights pass me by. My music is playing, and I’m singing along- The words flowing from someplace beyond the grave. I’m thinking about how strange it is to be human; How the only thing that keeps us going is our breath. It’s like I’m supposed to be here; Like I’m supposed to be doing what I’m doing. I’ve been waiting and wondering for so long. The years are so short when you’re waiting for something. It’s hard, but I manage to focus on the task at hand- To create something beautiful and meaningful; Something that will cause a reaction. I guess it is never easy to live up to expectations.
The cab ride was a nice trip through life I gazed out the window, humming a tune it’s been so long since I’ve seen the sun My heart is full of hope and ready to fly gnawing at my back and tearing my skin But it’s okay; this is a dream that I’m in I feel no real pain, no emotions at all There’s a song inside me, which I’ll soon know the words to…
Riding through life in a colorful cab was worth the small amount of pain. After two years of turning down every offer, I finally found the right job: being someone’s personal poet 💚