The silver moon--crescent in the deep blue night sky
I wander
Circles
Trees calling in the wind
Wild fire to my soul
Who am I?
I am the wind
I am the night sky
I am the breeze on my face
I am the angst that wrenches my soul
I cry
I kneel
I beg the night sky to release me from the struggles within
Wake up Mr. Green
This is not real
You are not real
True creative essence within wants to emerge, but I resist
I push back; I fight because I believe in the game
I believe it’s real
I believe that I really do hate my job and that I’m worthless
I believe life spits me out and I am nothing
But I am everything
It is in believing and surrendering that we become one with all that is
I am here tonight
I fall from the sky
I am everything