Edited Directions

New additions to Directions

I am tired of living in a world were money buys happiness

Were dreams restrain themselves

Tied up by our inability to accept them

I am tired of living in a world were my heart is sent to an asylum because people can’t understand why it still believes in love

I wanna go to a place were writers are rich

Because creativity is currency

A place were revolutions are the only resolutions

Were conquest are only contest to see who has the bigger hearts

I want to find a place were true happiness is found growing wild

Cut down and sold at farmers markets for only a buck

Were men are given their licenses to use their wings just as long as they have proof that they have the courage to chase down their dreams

A place were my fears take the back seat to my hopes

Were struggles never outgrow your capability

I bought a one way ticket a long time ago with my worries

Now I’m just waiting to be pointed in the right direction

Once there I am going to go into business flying kites

Tying my dreams to each one and letting them drop like bombs

Starting fires and igniting movement

I can’t wait to be in a place were the only time you hear the word recession is when you are talking about the sea

And the only time droughts are a problem are when we want to dance in the rain

I am taking this ticket and packing up my childhood

The only goodbye I leave is a letter saying

Finally found god

He pointed me in the direction of Eden and said “keep your knowledge

I just want some company

It gets lonely at the top

You can play ball with my boy Jesus

He always could use an extra friend

He has Buda and Muhammad but no one can pitch any new ideas

We fresh face to streak a new path home”

So I left you a trail of tears to follow

I won’t need them were I am going

The path is paved in experiences

So you need to learn how to breathe in a rhythm that keeps the beat of gospels making your life a metronome for an orchestra of pain as well as beauty

Each carrying specific attributes that make our lives sing
So try not to be afraid of the sound

At times it can be a bit overwhelming

And if you are scared find a friend

Find a lover a sister or brother to help you witness the terrible as well as the awe inspiring

Cause even thunder has lightning to make itself beautiful

One last thing

Before you come in make sure you wipe your feet and don’t forget to grab a pair of wings you’ll need them.

Catch up when you can. We’ll be waiting.