Writing is Living Forever

A soul is a free bird Forever caged in the flesh and bone, But my limbs stretch my limits like bird´s wings for the first flight. The spirit of youth does not escape us It is only buried and breathing under landfills of News and bills Money and cheap thrills The things that poison our hearts And add white hairs to our heads, But we are not doomed to consume them forever... I refuse to accept this fate! Through motivation, interwoven by millions of electric neurons I fill the void thoughts in my head with Infinite cosmic lights, Phantasmal mental nebulas expanding, Yet trapped in the skull at the ends of the universe But surely not the end of my universe. A sweep of my pen commences Commanded by the divine human mind, Gay gales are summoned to eradicate what hinders my Youthful soul Spreading spores of inspiration Giving life to ideas once dead, Resurrecting a child in me who onced lived Rejuvinated, alive truly once again I tend my fields of thought that Grow on paper soil That will one day Bear fruit to feed millions, Become a King´s garden, Or will grow into a tree whose branches will give me shade and refuge when I need to rest the body and mind. We farm our thoughts and our dreams, fantasies and inspirations I see our farming arms turn into our soul´s wings unhindered by age, race sex, or bodily ability We are masters of our flesh and blood Constantly creating legacies by the second, and inspiring others. I think and am, Therefore I write.