A Picture

The edges battered and worn out... the colours faded and smeared...
the sharpness gone... the vision blurred...
the thoughts disappeared… the words all spoken and lost…
have all you want but miss what you need the most…
how did you think it would all turn out to be?
Are the figures right or are you failing to see?

The life that you are living is but already dead inside...
you are just a shadow running from the sunlight...
all that is left of you is a picture of you in the past...
holding on to something that will never last..

Where to find the answers, from where the questions arise?
each moment a shock... each moment a surprise..

always discarded but never a waste... the beauty of things missed in a haste..
lying in a corner... somewhere among the self-help books in the shelf..
the pieces of me... muted spectators... crying for some selfless help..

pick me up, wipe the dust off... read me and live me
things change and people do too... so breathe me, believe me..
let the start be the beginning... let the flow be the living

come be what you are...

moving forward, walking straight... racing to the road ahead…
the journey takes its toll... on the light feathered dreams... your eyes spun..
the demons come calling way before the celebrations begun

wake me up, open my eyes... see me and live me
nothing comes easy in life... so fill me, relieve me
let the journey be the lesson, let the strength be giving

come be what you are…

falling ... crawling... dragging your feet... reaching for the sun and the stars..
choosing… searching... the best of you in the best of times by far
learning to heal... learning to move on... leaving behind the scars

hold me up, stand by me... trust me and live me
second chances - hard to find... but such love you give me
let the trust be the mission, let the faith all consuming

come be what you are...