The Door

Babies are as we come,

 Old as they grow,

No body told them where to go.

The spot light looked very pleasing,

And I had a reason, good intention that wasn't breezy.

My heart flouted with joy, but sometimes there weren't a door to go though.

I stop as I pace, to win this old race, but the tides lay stock against me.

Once again, a little resentment, but the stars stare brightly, shinning excitedly.

Turning the wheel, which reveal the sincere, for the in dear of all parts of life's cycle on hand.

So much excitement in one day that I was wasted away and beat.

And I couldn't degust it all at one time, for it was so divine and driven.

From the laughter, to the songs, I really felt as I belong and was missed.

A fragment of what joy and what fun meant to me.

A soul so that I can see.

The blindness was lifted from my eyes.

And so there for I was surprise.

To focus on, and out on my own.

But to know there is a peace so sweet , it stands alone.

 And it took away the pain and stress while I wait 

Taking forward a step day by day to the way.

Sure not as some die, ones are born to a world so torn.

The stock grew from the seed, from the root and to the soil.

The earth withhold it , which so  in deafly  we destroyed it as it may be.

But here again, its axis laid wide and deep in the ocean.

It;s magnitude of its color is a master piece  in paradise.

 The nature juices flow like the river of living water.

The sprite carried the vessel of love.

But there was hate in the mist above.

So the sky seem a little cloudy among the silence.

Therefore the poison enter the air in quietness every single hour.

Soon our hearts would reap the violence.

And it;s only them that they made us look like cowards.

Them we must travel, to find that open tower to that door.

I wonder what for? to reach, and explore.

or do We just hope for more?

can we really see the shore.

The ocean bleeds, while we sit back and die from the disease.

Their hearts breaks while you just sit back and roll up your sleeves.

 Soon the morning dew has arrive, shimming in the grasses, as the sun beat down toward the firing glare.  

 I walk as I look towards the hills in the light.

It shine so awfully bright from the midnight.

I walk in a pathway of victory,

It is a special  mystery, from history in from these times to tales of the tempted earth.

From  lands of language and lust,  

 To thunder the storms that corrupts, to living in distrust,  

 To mass, mountains, to miles to breathing your moment to walk with a smile to that open door.