I was made to sit in fields and watch clouds.
I was made to lay down and breathe it all in alone.....(?)
To get teary-eyed and lost while watching birds in the canal...
"look at the birds of the air, they're provided for.
You are so much more valuable to me than them"
I was made to dance on docks above bodies of water
barefoot, in a white fluffy skirt.
I was made to get lost in writing letters.
I was made to run in the pouring rain,
to stomp in puddles singing "Sweet Caroline".
I was made to proclaim things to the air
knowing that they're heard, understood, loved and answered.
I was made to play the same song over and over and over again
because the lyrics stir me and encompass what I am unable to say.
It makes me realize something I never knew was in me...
or that I forgot...
or that got lost somewhere along the way...
or something I decided to hide...
I wasn't like this a few years ago...I wasn't like this last week...
but more and more I get lost.
deeper and deeper.
Loosing all control in the most controlled sense.
I was made to find this in myself.
I was made to dream....
but, aren't we all??