Sunday, April 29, 2012

I have it now…

I love this rush, I love this feeling;
This sense of power is emerging from somewhere deep
Although it’s yet to come alive, the fire has started…

Come now, forget those judgements,
We are done keeping scores.
In this course of lost & founds,
Nothing but freedom is my ultimate yearning…
There shall be no strings, but I’ll carry what’s mine.

Come along if you feel, we’ll be wanderers in time;
Build memoirs of yesterdays, throw colours on tomorrows,
And sometimes, we’ll paint them black & white…

Oh how this feeling of control surrenders to my soul!
Just like sea waves dashing against the rocks.
I call it equilibrium, even though it’s a passing one;
I have it now, settled like a butterfly on my palm…