Wednesday, May 18, 2011

To You

I am dead
In my mind
Spreading the disease
A dying life
Where are we going?
Will it ever stop?
Thoughts swirl around In my head
Where are we going?
Reaching out
To you,
Will you come if I call?
Can you stay
While I always run away?
I'll always be running
Running away from you
Can you be happy with that?
Don't die
T'would be a shame because
I think I'll always
Be coming back to you.

When I leave, you'll know.
Till then, I'll always come back to you.


This is a tall tree.
It starts with a trunk
One base, comparatively small
But it expands upwards
Reaching for the sky
And though it starts
as something very small,
One person standing alone
In the Rain - In the sun
It tentatively reaches
Outwards towards the sky.
Growing branches it expands
Making connections, relationships
It can get so big
It can soar above all the others
But, someday it will die.
Maybe it's worth it to stay small
So strong winds won't blow you down?
I think we should all reach up
So that our inevitable fall
Will be all the greater
A majestic ending to a glorious life.

Live. Love.
Such a shame, such a pity
That sometimes branches have to be cut.