Life Philosophy
A small group of friends is much greater
Than trying to stand in a horde.
A crowd makes me feel like a traitor
Like my Identity’s jumping off board.
By nature, the crowd tries to smother
And stifle my identity
But deep down, we all need each other
Yes, quite like a bird needs a tree.
When people are laughing and mocking,
I remember that they do not know
What’s keeping me up, I keep walking,
Away from that quarrelsome foe.
My dreams are a plan I am making
And change is a way of my heart
And maybe I’ll notice the aching
Is changing and turning to art.
Yes beauty is not from the outside,
It’s not from the delicate skin.
The soul is what emanates beauty,
It’s bursting and flowing within.
And when I think something’s unsightly,
Like rotten old weeds or some mold,
I take on another perspective
And then it becomes just like gold.
If something is so overwhelming
That makes me just want to give in
I kind of just try to remember
That failure is where we begin.