Watching the birds.
Counting the seeds.
What a lame thing to do, indeed.
The passerby is curious.
He don't know about the things,
And what I see.
To him, they are just seeds.
Just mere seeds.
Want to learn something from me?
Hold onto that fire in your bones.
Exhale it out,
In the form of the clouds.
Now climb onto them.
And reach higher and higher.
(Make use of the fire)
When you reach a certain height.
Be it the top.
Or a spot with a tiny light.
Take out the seeds.
Build a ladder out of them (seeds)
And let it be the means for the lost.
Let others who were lost like you.
Climb up to reach the top.
No one should stop.
For life is short.
Instead of filling your head with dope.
Think of the seeds as little drops of hope.
Look at mere things with a different perspective.
And it might prove affective.
It's been a while. I've moved to my new home. It's different and it's aesthetic!!!
College is going to start soon but it's okay. :)
---> Comment and lemme know.