When I was young
and just begun,
I sabotaged
my position.
I sold the truth
and bought a lie,
then gave away
my alibi.
I spoke to God
and begged to die.
I prayed for chains,
then made to fly.
I was lost,
so high and holy.
Deny my love,
my one and only.
Sanctuary,
couldn’t hold me.
Reached in deep
and killed me slowly.
Up above the sky
I tried to hide.
Burned up on re-entry;
my spectacular good-bye.
There was just enough
left of me to find,
too stubborn
to let it pass me by.
I’m never pacified.
Gain the world
and lose my soul,
or give it up
and ask for more.
The past is gone,
outlast the dawn.
We’re all afraid
of moving on.
The heart still beats,
the blood still flows;
I guess that’s how
the story goes.
An astronaut
in stylish clothes,
but only those
who’ve been will know.
No wonder why
I can’t abide
my circumstance,
let chance decide.
I’ve given up
enough to know
that holding on
means letting go.
Sometimes we have to fly
and fall
to appreciate the sky.
It all becomes
the reason that we die.
We are one
with everything inside.
We are the universe alive.
HG – 2016
