This is an invitation
For more love
More success
More money
More devotion
This is the time
For more passion
More wisdom
More laughter
More fun
Moving up and moving on
I'm ready
I can feel it
This is an invitation
For more love
More success
More money
More devotion
This is the time
For more passion
More wisdom
More laughter
More fun
Moving up and moving on
I'm ready
I can feel it
Your trash washes up on my shores
As the night rises
I walk the dark shoreline alone
Head down, hands in my pockets
Would that I could see with the eyes of God
Gazing out over infinity
Maybe then I would know the right words to say
To get what I need from you
When you speak with Time's tongue
The words land more gentle
My instinct is fear
And speaking in arrows
The question is clear
How long will I love him?
The answer is sealed with each crafted word
What feels most freeing
Or least constricting?
What opens doors
And what burns bridges
What gives you options
And what makes you stuck
What makes your heart grow
And what shuts you down
What gives them wings
And what weighs them down
Follow your bliss on that yellow brick road
Do it with courage, brains, and flow
If you can't seem to do anything right
Be kind and respectful
It works every time
The best birthdays
Contain surprises
Commemorating the moment
You first opened
Your eyes in this world
Blessed are the peacemakers
The bridges
That allow us to meet
Blessed are the friends
Who get you through it
Though they may be gone tomorrow
Blessed are the moments
We ushered in love
When no one was deserving
Why do we not use induced comas more often? I think a temporary induced coma would be a great treatment for weight loss or drug addiction. Too high risk with current technology?
I also like the idea of paralyzing the taste buds temporarily for weight loss, like when you have a cold and can't taste anything. Who wants to eat?
Why are you wasting my time?
Love that strong is a blinding light
When you're just waking up
A righteous nuisance
The status quo
Fits like an old shoe
We are
Creatures of habit
When misery is good company
And faith and hope are miles away