Friday, February 1, 2013

A Year, Zero

I feel as if…
dots resemble years.
Like I’ve spent my whole life asleep,
now awake.

Pinched by an event,
a wake up call,
calling the talent inside
to come flying out.

Wish the phone would ring every day
with you on the other end,
to reset my mind,
and light that fire to be better
every hour, not every year.

No more waiting...
it's time to change clothes,
and stop wearing the weight
they bring.

Ready now,
to show them all!
What real creativity sounds like
through sound.

So you lead, and I'll follow.