Sometimes it's hard to think Sometimes it's hard to breathe It's hard sometimes to smile. Even harder sometimes to believe. In anything that exists People what they say Faith in where I'm going If I might die today So many questions I could be mistaken for a child. Looking so hard for answers Searching in the wild. Paths that I can follow Secret garden doors to each Vines growing up and down Some knobs are hard to reach. I open doors of color Of light and love and ecstacy Doors that make me stop questioning To see how peaceful things can be. But then I open doors Of blackness filled with pain Where above I can hear myself crying Blindness in my own rain. I wander if I'm all here Or if I'm scattered all around at there. I wander if in this garden these paths will lead me somewhere. <3
i love the way you reflect light and dark of any ones world in this piece. and yes what ever paths we walk the journey is to teach us something about ourselves the world others and most of all the paths we walk.. we may choose.. love n peace from saff
