Painting The Constellation
Have you ever wanted something so bad, you would do everything in your soul to accomplish your dreams and you will reach as high as the sky will let you.
But that’s just it isn't it,
The sky is the limit.
The limit is the sky.
But why?
Have you ever wanted something so badly but you were scared to do it?
And its not the fear of falling down
But the fear of climbing up
To the top, so brave
The feeling so strange.
And why?
Do I want this so badly that I'm willing to start climbing to the top but as soon as I'm two steps away from planting my flag on the moon I freeze and im paralyzed into place my non existent gravity weighing me down into the space between the lines.
And do I need to rhyme to tell the time between my thoughts and to time the seconds between my heart beat as my soul speaks?
But I shall not claim defeat because ill get back up with a brand new flag and march right backup that hill ready too touch the stars, ready to paint the constellations with my dreams,
ready to stare fear in the face and state " I am invincible,"
Ready to tell fear that it is the darkness in my light, that it is the smoke to my fire. It will be carried away by the breeze.
I will tell fear that hope is your true enemy,
I will tell it to back down , it is un needed here.
I will tell fear that it is the miniscule thoughts reminisced in my past but not conquering my future,
Have you ever wanted something so badly but you are afraid of the disappointments others will bring?
The looks they give you when you tell them of your dreams,
The road map you've created for your long journey to the stars,
The accurate depiction, the bible of your souls desires?
And you tire
Of that satyr they write of your thoughts
The mockery it brings
And you stay silent.
But I can no longer talk in silence because the world is so silent. I need to hear the movement in my eyes as they skitter across the skis pinpointing every thought they dreamed and every dream they thought. I feel the magic in my soul as I fly so high
As I lie on the grassy fields of my dreamed up heaven and point at all the sleeping children and tell them to paint the constellations with there dreams. And tell them to stand up to fear like warriors and have the same faith to there souls as they do there gods. You tell them who you are as I will tell you who I am and ill paint the constellations with my dreams for everybody to see that I am invincible.
But that’s just it isn't it,
The sky is the limit.
The limit is the sky.
But why?
Have you ever wanted something so badly but you were scared to do it?
And its not the fear of falling down
But the fear of climbing up
To the top, so brave
The feeling so strange.
And why?
Do I want this so badly that I'm willing to start climbing to the top but as soon as I'm two steps away from planting my flag on the moon I freeze and im paralyzed into place my non existent gravity weighing me down into the space between the lines.
And do I need to rhyme to tell the time between my thoughts and to time the seconds between my heart beat as my soul speaks?
But I shall not claim defeat because ill get back up with a brand new flag and march right backup that hill ready too touch the stars, ready to paint the constellations with my dreams,
ready to stare fear in the face and state " I am invincible,"
Ready to tell fear that it is the darkness in my light, that it is the smoke to my fire. It will be carried away by the breeze.
I will tell fear that hope is your true enemy,
I will tell it to back down , it is un needed here.
I will tell fear that it is the miniscule thoughts reminisced in my past but not conquering my future,
Have you ever wanted something so badly but you are afraid of the disappointments others will bring?
The looks they give you when you tell them of your dreams,
The road map you've created for your long journey to the stars,
The accurate depiction, the bible of your souls desires?
And you tire
Of that satyr they write of your thoughts
The mockery it brings
And you stay silent.
But I can no longer talk in silence because the world is so silent. I need to hear the movement in my eyes as they skitter across the skis pinpointing every thought they dreamed and every dream they thought. I feel the magic in my soul as I fly so high
As I lie on the grassy fields of my dreamed up heaven and point at all the sleeping children and tell them to paint the constellations with there dreams. And tell them to stand up to fear like warriors and have the same faith to there souls as they do there gods. You tell them who you are as I will tell you who I am and ill paint the constellations with my dreams for everybody to see that I am invincible.