Pain
And sometimes nothing in the world is the key to happiness
so we are of a generation that must find
pleasure in the small things and relish in the freedom.
A deserving head on the pillow
after spending the day conversing in a courtyard of fools
and doing all the heavy lifting.
To be proud and memorizing
every single moon etched detail and reinforced with iron.
I require the skill to walk the tight rope
that's been lit on fire
but connecting the lives we have
to the majestic places we have yet to see.
There are amazing flights to be flown
and sun revolutions to produce an argument
to which the existence of time is question.
Born of a sparrow
burned like a phoenix
but rising in a violet cloud of flame and pyre despite the pain.
Pain in a driving force
and pain can be absolutely beautiful Like hurricanes, gravity and love.