The street looks the same
As it did two years ago.
But it is not the same.
The leaves have left the trees
As the water left the clouds
And the whisper of the stories
Are simply blown around.
Discipline is not the compliance of rules,
It is knowing when you can break them.
Only you can tell what is right.
The way no two trees grow in unison
Does morals get shared to the exact letter.
Would you smile when I told a joke?
Would you hurt when my heart broke?
Would you run if I needed you help?
Would you put me above yourself?
Would you talk when I had no words?
Would you fly higher th...
I’d go running through any airport
Just to hold your hand.
I’d listen to every word you say
Just to understand.
I’d fly further than the next life
Just to see your face
And just to be your side
Every petal has a story,
A story it wants to tell.
Every flower has a value
Too precious that to sell.
From budding green it seeks to fight
For sun and water and greatest height.
Towering friends to r...
What shall I seek if not perfection from a city that can teach me only this;
That there is no such a thing as perfection.
To glisten under sunlit rays,
Sparkling and beauteous at every moment,