Step gently, step slowly… The race of life is not always won by the fastest runner
Slow time, slow time, be so soft and gentle… Build strong, build strong… Take your time and see it through.
Goals like gardens take time to grow, but without the push to get them going they fade like ashes tossed into the wind.
Just remember that life is a journey, not a destination to find or a prize to be won. Be in the moment, not of the time it takes to do something.
Folded gently, a place to hide…
Or is it a place to throw anger… Hidden from view, dark and inviting… Calling you in, only to throw you away when you fall.
Who watches you when the shadows make you fade away?
What is a garden?
Sure it might be the vegetables you grow, but stop and think… A garden can be the friendships you’ve made, nurtured by the love and kindness you give them or it could be a look at the accomplishments you’ve made in life, tended by hard work, and patience, desire and comittment.
They don’t deserve it, yet they always have it.
How can we give these people our focus and attention after such horrid things they do?
The copycats are coming; just you wait and see.
How many more will end up dead because of all the attention killers get for the things they do.
Save us please, turn off cameras.
We want a future for our children, don’t we?
Two of the saddest words I’ve ever heard.. If only.
If only this or if only that, a lot of regrets in two little words.
If only, a way to stay stuck in the past. If only, a way to make excuses and stop moving forward.
Blink and then it’s gone… That one moment you’ve been waiting for, when all the stars align and point to the direct path you’re meant to follow.
Blink and then it’s gone… The time you spend with friends and family, taken when fate has other plans and calls them to the heavens above.
Blink and then it’s gone… Your life, mired in regrets, lost chances and what ifs, lost in doubt and facing uncertainty. How will you find the way back to what you lost when the whole world is passing you by.
Blink and then it’s gone… The chance you could have had to be someone’s guiding light, to be a friend, to be a helping hand.
Time passes in the blink of an eye and that moment becomes the past.
I disconnect from your world and choose solely to live in my own free from your biases, your hates and your fears…
Unlike you I refuse to be tied down by false gods, and hollow truths that mainstream culture says we have to cling to, ‘Conform or perish,’ the culturists say, ‘don’t be an unknown…’ We fear the unknown and we don’t even know why…
I will dare to be free, to be different,to be free because I disconnect from your world and take root in my own.
What do you find when you look under the shells that everyone shows to the world? What are people really like? Who are we really when we think no one’s looking?
When we watch the news, what’s really being said; what are the hidden agendas; who benefits most?
Underneath it all, do we even care?
I thought I knew you better, and I thought I could learn enough but instead you turned the lights off and left me in the dark.
How was I supposed to know that you just wanted me to walk away and forget about what we had together, you said nothing to me that I could understand.
I watched and waited and everything just grew dark and uncomfortable, the silence between us thick as fog, and getting thicker by the minute.
Who listens to chaos when the storms come? Who waits to make sense of voices that are unclear? Why do we expect sense to come from the white noise that we subconsciously surround ourselves with when we are afraid of being alone.
The storm and fury of talk and talk, and shouting, and all saying nothing when we should be trying to reach out to one another and make peace and be friends and share the experiences we all have of being delicately human.
Who listens to chaos when they are searching for compassion and a friendly word… No one now because ignorance should not be bliss. We are put on Earth as the family of Man, yet we treat each other as no better than savage animals lost in our personal hells of isolation and lonelyness.
Reach out and listen and ask for help and you can start to make sense of the chaos of the world around you… Reach out and be free, and help others to be free.
Words to the Wiseguys 