All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Now I'm heartsick // hoping beyond hope that you can feel this // dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick // soft, sweet kisses... oh, I've missed it // the chance to be your everything
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere. This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall. This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you Daily Post for being the springboard for my blog, my emotional health, and my fire as a writer. You will be missed, you have done very well. Thank you.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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