Down, down in the depth so deep
No one tried to find or seek
Left me there to rot and weep
I lay my head down for you to keep
Beat, beat for a heart in a chest
Managing to get air inside the breast
Understanding, yet still not the best
Sailing on a boat to the crest
Held at the edge of no return
Burrowed deep the seed that was burned
A hope, a tiny star has blown
Coming into the world all on it’s own
Not knowing the outcome to be
Striving to crack open the code to infinity
A rebirth of ideas that someone tried to kill
What is meant to be will never sit and be stilled
The feet came out first
Wanting to be free of birth
Then the rest followed
Into a world that creates possibilities to swallow
Air is supposedly what we need
I beg to differ if we’re in the ground as seeds
The seed of an idea cannot be killed if it’s meant to grow into fruition. It’s the beholder of that seed that makes the decision as to the outcomes, not the ones who try to dissuade.
Your right and idea can not die. But the person mist keep it going
Powerfully penned, Fia. Incredible write my friend. Hope you’re enjoying your vacation, cuz. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I did enjoy myself ;))
“What is meant to be will never sit and be stilled” love that. Those ideas won’t let us rest.
Great ink
It is so true. Once it stirs it has to come out. Thank you Nick;))