Date Written: 30 December 12
To be out in the breeze
Is what I really need
To be flying over the skies is
Something I crave to see
To see the world under my shoulders
Instead of always crushing them with ease
To be free from perfect sin
Would be a blessing and a curse in my eyes
The saying “no one is perfect” is just a flat out lie
Everyone and everything is perfect in their own special way
So why are you telling me “there is no other way”
There’s always a choice
And there’s always endless time
So why are we rushing to take what
We are unable to obtain?
Is the need to want really that great?
Or is it because you want to be wanted?
Do you want to be accepted?
Or would you rather be rejected?
Either way, I am still alone
Singing in the breeze
To be out in the breeze is what I really want
To be flying over the skies is
Something that I wish to be seen
To be seen as a person
Instead of a blessing
Is a curse I am willing to find
To find in the midst of snow
where there are no foes
Only friends who see me glow
Glow the color of an angel’s wings
And to be as deceptive as a devil’s wants
And needs
Is what I want to be
To be me