The need to be is the real need
Free to exist in the midst of the madness of the world as your own light shines abstract to the looming darkness
You are the sun many unknown moments of the day
And like the moon borrows light from the sun to cascade gently across the breaking waves of the ocean
Some borrow from your light essence, hoping to shine like you do
Ultimately failing to realize the impending impossibility
Because the illumination is Simply borrowed
Taking heed to the path of the wind
Do you rise and crash like the waves and the tide
Or do you float and twist like a feather
Or are you Simply tethered to the normal ebb and flow of the blades of grass that never leave the security of their pasture
Do you know where your heart is
Or did you leave so many pieces lying around in various places
During all your wild goose chases
Simply to become the first human alive walking around with confetti in your chest
Ripped to pieces because to be was just Simply not enough
Can you really see
Or are your windows so fogged up from the precipitation of your life
That through frustration you feel the urgent need to Simply pull over and park on the side of the road until the storm decides to let you be...
Free to Simply be calm as the howling winds of change blow down the walls of your soul
And you feel the harshness of the cold air rush through your entire interior
As where there are no walls there are no windows
So what blinds can you use to keep the world from peeking now?
You are Simply naked to the whole neighborhood
Can you deal?
Just Simply be real.