Sparkle

What if inspiration, was born in the sparkle

Of a down to earth mind, wishing to suffocate

From a lack of magic, reality tackles

Metaphysics and dreams only men can create

Waiting for this damn light, to blow your own being

To make you feel alive, in a deadly moment

You may not understand, this world you’re occulting

While the best of your soul, is waiting inpatient

You must let go your rules, forget all you have learnt

To express differently, the feelings piercing you

There’s another person, your consciousness had burnt

Waiting in the prison, of what you believe too

So let’s be bedazzled, by our potential

To change our points of view, and become creative

We’ll find deeper in us, some kind of essential

To understand a world we will not want to leave