Those schedules, plans and dreams are too tightly carved on stone, not knowing that we already have planned our whole life from one dream
Believing that every scene will be our scene of command, that list of spotlight followed where everything should you choose to go
As we stand tightly with veins of hand, carved with a meaning, and directing each step with every movement planned, believing that we’re at wheel all secured…
We even build those high walls of security, so everything will come in order where every brick is set in place in order, still unwilling to trust even with all of the foundation set
But life is just the best teacher of all, as the things fall apart and every hope broke your heart, you fell out of hope still relentless to the slightest mistake you committed
If only you could be a little more different or unique with your ways to sustain yourself, if only you planned this and that, hoping you didn’t cross the line of any form of doubt…
I know it scares you to death, like water spilling through your thirsty unquenched by those sudden change of timing ot temperature you intended to have
The more you chase to those dreams, the more you misses what is right for you, thinking of the sweetest poison you could ever enjoy that stings you to death
Even those slightest expectations come piling you high again, hoping that there could still be away, what if there is? Only the timing isn’t right, still that pressure presses you down…
As the task became so heavy to bear, now the force of direction came hunting you down to all possibles that you might have missed along the way
That constraint of your circumstance is your substantial amount of hope you needed just for you to realize, now and from the days forward is out of your control
Still you don’t have to fear, you just need to wait for something that might unfold, you will no longer be bounded by the patterns of the past but that in acceptance to release, you opened up your eyes to all possibilities that is for you, you alone
That new beginning without wanting to control
Maybe true power lies in letting go
The dance in step to rhythm
Yet only in surrendering, did I find
