to memories...Old, dusty rock albums
Atop a yellow paint-chipped shelf;
Reflections from my past...
My yesterday self.
A black and white tv
With a paper rose for one antennae.
A blue velvet Peace poster
Tacked on the sliding closet door.
A green milk crate "table"
Holding spiral notebooks and more.
A weeping girl
Harboring negative outlooks
Stemming from distorted insights.
If I asked you to,
Would you follow me
Without asking where we were going?
The world comes alive.
And I feel I can thrive.
The music is mellow.
My mind takes it in.No tension here.
I forget my past sins.
Peace is my ali.
I have a right to feel good.
Flashing fiery colors
Tell me I should.
I should know the joys
And the wonders I fear.
No worries now.
No guilt is here.
The fire, it flickers.
I gaze and I gaze.
feel a world opening--
And I am amazed!
Pleasure and love
And laughter and good
And all this because of
My warm burning wood.
The world comes alive.
The world comes alive.
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