|Summer '09 of my mate mountain biking, bit deceptive to the eye, hopefully will have more improved photos later this year, and with no bikes breaking this time either!|
The battle of being and doing,The battle of being and doing,The battle of being and doing, by =SonicSaturn
Future and present.
To be the person you want to be,
Or doing what you want to do in each present moment.
Do they take you down the same path,
Or near polar opposites?
Which leads to wondering - Do you really want to be who you want to be?
If you're so rarely wanting to do the things to take you down that path.
Are the things not enjoyable?
Or are you merely tired?
Or are you running from something?
As to attempt to become the person you want to be, of course runs the risk of failing,
And so you run and hide in fantasy worlds,
Which in turn are familiar in place, but new in flora and fauna.
Do you want someone to help guide you,
Or to slowly but surely
In your own time
Which may not come for a while still
Forge your own path.
How much of our lives should we spending being propped up by those around us,
And how much can we spend on our own two feet,
And getting back up again,
Whether it be through a hand of a friend or life,
But when we ask fo
The Lightning StrikeOne day I'll find someone,The Lightning Strike by =SonicSaturn
To take my hand,
Walk barefooted on the grass,
To where the sun is setting.
To look up and marvel at the sky,
The clouds which seem to hide the secret to every wonderment,
The sun brightening the darkest fears.
Falling back onto the soft green carpet,
Nothing even - Everything odd,
Soft earth with sharp blades,
Perfection in chaos.
Looking up at the deep blue,
Wondering what it must be like to fly,
With no fear of ever falling.
Hand in hand as the storm comes,
The crash of thunder,
As lightning pierces the sky where the sun once shone.
Rain lashing at the skin.
As it washes the world away little by little,
The stones that make up this Earth,
The trees that reach for the sky,
The homes that shelter us from the world,
All that we cherish most.
Everything but this moment,
Hand in hand.
Turn Around.Why do I feel the constant urge to "turn my life around"Turn Around. by =SonicSaturn
It's not like I don't enjoy life,
Have wonderful memories and hopes for the future,
Am I not happy with myself?
With what I do when I "don't have anything to do",
Is it because I think society will deem me something I am not?
Or something I am, something inside a lot of us,
Except we all hide and lie from the truth,
Because all of us have parts of ourselves we are ashamed of.
Wish weren't there,
Or at the very least, that those we love and cherish could not see.
But why can we not be open and honest?
With ourselves and those we care about?
For if we are all truely deserving on one another,
Surely they will accept the truth of flaws with open arms?
Even though we maybe terrified inside.
For if we know a truth,
We can see one more clear path in the forest,
Where the sun never sets, is never seen through the canopy,
Forever above us,
Taunting us with what we shall never know.
But giving us the wonder, of all the possibilities that c