It’s funny how it almost felt like the end of the world.
The way it felt to be on an open road, with the windows rolled down,
Hot sun on your skin,
Sand caught between your toes.
The way it felt to drive all the way to the bottom of the country and then turn around and drive it all the way back to the top.
It felt like a lifetime went by.
Along with the things you did, the people you saw.
Sometimes you have to use your own eyes to see what is really happening out there.
Take it all in for yourself.
The news can’t tell you how big a city feels or how crowded the beaches seem.
You must go see for yourself.
On the outside everything looks fine, but somewhere under the surface, where is this problem everyone keeps talking about?
Where are the headlines we are reading?
Where are the numbers? The stats? The data?
I made a resolution to myself, back down in Miami on a pink dance floor, to keep searching.
To keep looking further,
For the truths that are hidden out there.
You want to learn something, go teach yourself.
You think sharks bite, go swim with them.
Does Antarctica really exist, look further than a map.
Loosing friends over what side of the line you’re on, been there.
Kicked out of their lives like stones, now we’re talking.
It’s time I start waking up.
It’s time you do too.
What are we going to do about our differences, how can we start to make amends?
I was raised to believe I could be anything I wanted to be when I grow up.
I’m still trying to figure out what that is.
I’m still trying to see what my future holds,
What the future holds.
It could be nothing, it could be everything.
I’m prepared for either.
I’m prepared for the end of the world at any moment in time.
I will not be blindsided to that possibility.
I won’t stop laughing and I won’t stop kissing my boyfriend at the gym in the racquetball room when everyone is watching, because maybe that will be the last time.
I won’t stop writing and I won’t stop cleaning the house because it makes me feel good.
I’m only human,
A tiny sliver in this whole equation of the world.
A creature of habit who loves having a place in it.
I’m going to start making some changes here, because changes are already being made.
I know you can feel them too.
You would be lying if you said you haven’t.
It’s not a bad thing either, it’s actually a very, very good thing.
It’s the real thing.
I’ve never felt more in tune with myself,
In line with the moon phases,
In accord with the rip tides,
Honed into the secrets of our present,
The mistakes of our past,
Than I do right now.
And that takes time my friend.
Sweet little time.
An awakening that might not come to us all.
When really, all you have to do is
Open your eyes.
Do what you were born to do, feel the urge to do.
Open the door and go outside.
The answers are waiting.
Nobody can’t tell you something you have already seen.
Seeing is believing in my book.
Only trouble is, my book isn’t yours.
On this earth, we like to write our own stories.
So why does it matter if anyone reads mine?
Why does it matter if anyone listens?
I have a dream that we all wake up from this dream
And continue the journey to find out what is
Real
And good
And true.
Before it becomes too late.
Make the end your very beginning.
Hold on tight and don’t let go.
It is going to be a bumpy ride.
But I’d rather be on this wagon
Than off.