You are lost now I must stand,
for the change your spirit insists.
So with the Creator’s strength I walk,
for the reality society resists.
I’ve dreamt awhile the girl in you
With beating hearts enchanted view
Would find alive the boy in me
Our flesh inline, our sprits free.
Everybody has a hungry heart, but I’m tired of these thoughts being alone in the dark. Tired of being only inspired. Of dreaming about doing. Maybe I’ll fail but what is failure but trying? What is the harm in that?
Train Girl. His morning muse. Each time that spellbinding brown-eyed smile entered his thoughts, he drifted back to those transient but lasting human exchanges. It was just a smile , but it was everything for a man longing for even a modest gesture of fondness among the silent resentment that otherwise filled his days.
“If you treat people like human beings and write from a place that is deep and true, you will find your audience.” ~ Jeff Goins, Writer