Special - A Poem

There are special moments in which this life we live, where the sun sneaks in through the blinds and allows us true hope to give.

Thoughts of success overcome any distress, where anything from the past loose's any regard to last.

Now cometh in an inner sense of well being, that of which you can feel without seeing.

It lifts you away from that place of feeling like only a human being

Thus transcending you into a hallway where you open the door with hesitation no more, where your feet are no longer stuck to the floor.

You get to look through the glass, to fully view the peepshow at last.

You continue to gaze at a world that once shifted, swirled, and twirled.

Now centered in plain sight and view you know what to do.

Just like in the myth of Sysyphus, you continue to push that rock, as the seconds fly you have no fear to die.

Dissasociating yourself from any judgment, and god or person could give us.

You have no fear of gravity, or the people around that watch, laugh, and see.

Because, you know what you are doing is worth the world viewing it, (eventually overcoming) after throwing their temper tantrum fit.


This is not copywritten so if you steal it, and reincarnation is possible I hope that you come back as a cockroach that some big fat person will step on, not really I just hope that you are a real enough person not to be a thief of art.