I’ve felt the lick of flames as a fire ate the earth.
I’ve felt the crackling energy when the heavens flash ablaze.
I’ve felt the wind pushing against me on Whitney’s edge.
I’ve felt the ground quake, swell and drop.
I’ve felt the powerful pull of The Pacific’s rip,
When all it would take is a slip,
And endless waves would wash over top.
I’ve known a cold hearth,
Pain that doesn’t stop,
And heartache’s whip.
This world is a crazy trip.
We aren’t players, we’re the props.
Perhaps you don’t like how I see the world,
Or the words I sprawl across the page,
Calling out its brutal risks and challenging ugliness.
We are allowed to have differing opinions,
And that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,
As we bend for or against different trends,
While we spin on,
In a flawed beauty,
That knows no comparison.
Just because the world is a mess doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful.
It isn’t fair and it isn’t supposed to be.
The chaos and pain, the danger and tragedy,
Make it sparkle and shine all the more.
From shore to shore,
All you have to do is look,
And the glory and beauty will fill you till full.