To Fly Over The Rainbow xXx

There is a part of my soul that wants to fly free. Now, I don't know how much of it is due to my current circumstances but what I do know, is that it has always been present in my thoughts.

I always knew I was born to fly away. I've always felt like the Teddy left on the shelf; left wanting to explore. Feeling like the child's poem of the Dickie Birds; Pete and Paul, that only got to fly away because they were told to. However, this want has grown, slowly but surely into a flowering need to blossom and climb towards the sun.
A need of adventure.
A need to be lost.
A need for a different life.

I think this is common; at least it's common in films and books when the narrative always shows a female's angst and loss of faith in the world. This is not to say that I have lost faith in the world, more that I've never had a faith or belief and have grown accustomed to clinging to any hope that I may find. That would be something that I think has to change.

Poem

The Leaves Fall With Grace And Charm
Carving A Pattern Of Pain.
Not Looking At What's Left Behind
Yet Always Hoping To Be Reclaimed.

A Sonnet Spoken Softly,
Hiding The Truth In Your Words.
A Lover That Was Left On The Sidelines
Who Never Even Heard.

The Resounding Drop
When A Flower Descends.
With A Lifetime Of Memories
It's Just A Quick Move To The End.

The Death Of Love, Seen Too Soon,
While The Cowboy Sits In The Last Chance Saloon.
Original Poem By CBC ^.^ - (TM)


Anyway, That is all.
Ta-rah! Love always, CBC ^-^ xxx