Some people live such comfortable lives
Sober and clean, following straight paths,
Not feeling sadness or pangs of regret
Left broken by the depths of the world.
Never get mad at the state of things
Yet with pointing fingers shame,
Fail to understand others rational
The variable blemishes contained in life.
Or under the shimmering skies
Fight the war between self and mind.
Seek taste of oblivion to ease the pain
Never get lost, fall down or feel alone.
Leave damning words of condemnation
Sterile voices of coldness and unreason,
Dimming the screams of imperfection
Crafting perfect versions of themselves.
Others with more riotous hearts
Refuse to surrender to blind judgement,
Find affirmation among dormant summers
In sunny rain, wait for magic to heal.
Taking thirsty gulps of whatever they need
In struggles of self preservation,
Keep searching for some inner bliss
Sip liquid courage with no remorse.
Allow creative juices to soak within
Find a way of holding on to dreams,
With whisky kisses, finding respite
Allow clouds gaze to turn into sunshine.
In the blur of time, not quite broken
Among thunderstorms and breezy light,
Taking yesterday's sky into the unknown
From deep waters, feel lifted, buoyant even.
Talking to themselves without a care
Uninhibited, with senses euphoric
Singing to the stars and universe
Dancing with the moonlight,
Taking on board the flaws and cracks
Keep walking with well learned humility,
Not on a quest of mastering perfection
But still in tune with other wisdoms.
Stagger forward with perseverance
Away from barriers and walls created,
Keeping strong beyond recognition
Releasing signals unquenchable.
