Meet Me On The Horizon

We're all dreamers.                                   

 

See a mirage in the desert,
parched and starving you tumble
toward the distance. Perceive it 
as you will...though you just as well
keep on walking, 'cause its either
an oasis of pure, soulful hydration
or another ten thousand miles of
barren wasteland with naught else
but dust and dejection. 

 

Perspective. ˙ǝʌıʇ�"ǝdsɹǝd

 

Be the child who sneaks out
in the storm. It might be safer
underground in the darkness,
but i'd rather dance in the rain! 

 

Freestyle.

 

Let the thrill of uncertainty wash
over you while your fears filter out
in the torrent. You don't have to
Foxtrot just because they told you to.

 

Be Present. 

 

So what if you're a mad b*****d
meandering through life? The outsider
with a mouthful of inquisition and
a mindset for inattention.  Weaving 
from one bad decision to the next. 
You are as ignorant to your flaws
as you are aware of them.
But don't worry because they've
got you pegged all wrong. 
You'll find your seat before the
curtains close I'm sure, but for now
its all eyes on you. 

 

Loosen your grip and be cool.

 

Know that your life isn't set in stone.
It grows around it. Rolling over the top
with such effortless free-form.
Become the tide that animates the inert. 

 

You see, it's unnatural for water to
travel from one destination to another
without even the faintest degree of
deviation along the way. 
A predetermined path insensate to 
any distractions, never knowing that
itself in its very nature is the embodiment
 of mundanity. The water falls for the lie,
but punch a hole in its constrictive barriers
and you can wave its steady stream goodbye. 

 

E X P A N D. 

 

Just keep on rolling and trust that
despite every unknown twist and turn
around the bend, there's an ocean of
opportunity calmly waiting for you at the end.
Form an estuary in your mind and cease
the slender continuation that restricts you. 
Let your thoughts flow from the peak of 
uncertainty, to the serene expanse
of the liberation sea. 

 

Patience.

 

Because we’re all looking for that one
special jigsaw piece to finish the perfect picture.
Now I don't know about you, but I have
seen a thousand sun rises. Each and
every one more beautiful than before; 
the last of which will surely be
the finest one of all. 

 

You'll look on as the sky bursts with a
passionate bloom that simply breathes,
'good morning'.The solar riser beaming 
an amber glow that shimmers atop the
surface of the ocean, painting a celestial
pathway before you - as if to say: 

 

"Come. Meet me on the horizon".