I want to write, take off and feel the flight.
A grand lift-off in broad daylight
As I touch Pluto in mystical right.
Extraordinarily, I feel the stars align.
Like vertebras in my back, the strength of own my spine.
A body that is mine, I am giving and I am taking,
Yet one day, unexpectedly, forever in the making.
I’m looking for myself while creating my own being,
Holding back temptations and words that I would rather be seeing.
So why isn’t it easy, to exchange words that are inevitable?
Why isn’t it as simple as the levels of bass and treble?
Why aren’t you enough to keep a hundred men sane?
Why aren’t I the goddess of Ms. Plain Jane?
Because we are who we chose to be,
Who we can conquer as beings, who we can be, as we are free.
We are beautiful, we are real,
We are everything anyone would ever want to feel.
We have fingers, we have souls, we have more than what we create:
footprints and bowls.
We love and we cry because that’s what we do,
Simple is as simple does, and who you are is you.
It’s beautiful being simple and pure,
Honest and truthful,
And I'd love you, I’m sure.
