(Source: weheartit.com)
There’s nothing I feel today
That I can’t make real with a wave of my hand
So you can’t be expecting me
To give you all that I have
But if I could wrap it all up into a tight little package
And send it over to you with care
Then everything else would just fade into the background
And I’d have nothing left spare
Nothing ever lasts, they all say it’s true
You plea this is different, but if I know you
You’d bottle up the world and hold it in a jar
Pass it to others when you could
But eventually you’d become consumed, caught in a stare
For when at your fingertips, the world you hold bare
Everything beautiful is everything not there
A clock run at double speed measures the same amount of time
And I’m in a funhouse running around blind
Distorted mirrors cast my reflection from the walls
And you’re standing there, taking notes of it all
Cradled like a seed underneath the dry earth
But exposed like Godiva, naked and bare
Those watching on, who are they to care?
But the voyeur in the corner, judging your worth
And so from the sea I will send
A message to all of them
I am not you and you are not me
And perhaps one day that is all I will see
To me at the moment the world is a novel that I’ve read the first chapter of. Yeah, it’s had it’s ups and downs so far, but the plot has been pretty well crafted with some interesting character developments, and I’d like to see where it goes from here.
After reading the first chapter, I have a lot of hopes and expectations of what is to come.
Travel. A new world in every chapter. A new country. A new culture. New experiences, new perspectives. That’s what I want. I’m starting to get tired of looking at my world through a window pane.
To quote, there’s so much I’ve got to check out before I check out.
Let’s get started.