I want you to see me
Can you see clearly?
Am I in focus?
It’s me.
And I’ve waited longingly for you
For the day…
Where we could become one
Still, you won’t come to a conclusion
Do you want to keep running from me?
Or will you embrace me?
After all, I am… You.
I don’t own you…
And I think that is so beautiful
I watch you dance and prance on the stage of life
You are so fascinating
You are your own person
How could I ever keep you caged like a bird?
The caged bird sings but you sing even louder when you are free to roam
I won’t be the one to bind you.
Run
Run free
Make me proud to be in this maze with you
Lift me up!
Carry me!
I float on a cloud of insecurities and disconcertment
This vehicle no longer serves me
I need a new means of transportation
I hear of a fancier cloud where less thought is given to your immediate circumstances
One where music’s soul bonds with one’s own and the immediate scenario is one of dreams
I don’t know if I can afford such a cloud.
For now, would you help balance me so that I can gain my composure?
Maybe one day I will reach higher, much higher, in the clouds…
It’s very clear that I love you
We’ve had our moments
But in one dream I am taking care of you, keeping you out of harm’s way
In another I am telling you that I forgive you
For everything
You are so close yet so far away
I miss the old you
I remember when we used to play and there were no worries
Now it seems that everyday you’re involved in a new drama
But you won’t involve me in your life
Oh how I wish things could go back to the way things were
Maybe they never will
Just know that I will continue loving you
Despite the circumstances
Time after time, I check my results.
So much it begs the question “who am I really doing this for?”
Am I still finding that my sense of acceptance must come from outside of myself?
If so I am illusioned.
On the one hand, I understand that a desire for approval is almost innate in human beings.
From the moment we are born we learn to depend on our parents for everything. So much that we even begin to depend on them for our emotional well being. Thinking that similarly flawed human beings hold the key is backwards thinking.
Parents can teach you a lot. But something you must learn to do on your own is love yourself for who you are.
Despite everything.
As long as your self-esteem is dependent on the likes and comments you receive in this ensnaring digital world, you are a slave to perception.
Perception is subjective and therefore how you feel about you becomes subjective.
I’m not saying it’s easy to escape this cycle but by understanding it a little bit more each time you slowly weaken the choke hold that it has on you and your self-esteem.
Artistic Apathy 