The Journey

I was pondering along
The ever-open road,
Singing a cheery song
I didn’t want to be bored.

I had my lucky coin,
I plucked my four-leaf clover
I sipped a bottle of wine,
And started singing all over.

I thought I had lived,
I thought life was great
For all the things I did,
I thought I knew my fate

But only I will know,
That the truth wasn’t so

For, every battle
And every cause,
I had to tackle

All of the laws

I started to wonder
And I started to fear;
Of what would come later
And if I’ll even be here.

My heart-felt heavy
And my feet were cold;
The atmosphere eerie,
With my tears being poured.

I saw the horizon
Slowly fading away
Light was all gone
And over, was the day.

Blind, I had become
I was unable to see,
My eyes grew numb
Along with my dignity.

Drenched in my agony
And hurting so painfully,
I looked to the sky,
To ask the lords, “Why?”

But just at that moment,
When I looked above,
I forgot about my torment
And regained my verve.

For only the stars dare,
To shine in the dark
And without a care,
They make their mark.

“Believe”, they said
To me, as I fled
From this pale life
To continue my strife

“Believe, in your own way
Forget about your sorrow
Believe, that after today,
Will come a tomorrow”

I nodded in agreement
The stars were right
I need not lament,
To make my future bright.

Just as my blues went
And my fears had gone,
Away, the darkness was sent
As dusk was greeted by dawn.

I bathed in that wondrous light
That had once forsaken me
From the trials of the dreary night,
It freed me, from that anomaly.

I knew that there was more to come
But no more tears will I have to dry
For happy days need not be seldom
I just have to keep my head held high

And with my sight set
Towards my future
I took a deep breath,
And began to feel better.

So I wiped my lucky coin,
And dusted my four-leaf clover
I sipped a bottle of wine,
And started singing all over

The Dreamer

They can look,
They can stare
They can say all they want
I won’t care

“You’re foolish and you’re wrong!”
Whatever their words
It’s the same old song.

I won’t give reason;
Nor excuse.
Explain myself to them?
That, I refuse.

‘Cause at the end of the day,
When on my bed I lay
With a tortured mind
And a bruised pride,

I redeem my thoughts
And remove myself,
From their selfish plots.

I don’t need a dagger,
I don’t need a hammer
To remove my obstacles,
I don’t need miracles.

With a fearless heart
And a determined soul,
Wherever I’m at,
I will reach my goal.

Then I’ll show them

That in this world,
A handful of money
Is just fool’s gold.

But my worn out jeans
Have a pocket full of hope;
And through any hardship,
I’m able to cope.

When they doubted me,
And called me a dreamer
Today they’ll see,
I’ve lived on forever
In the truth that has prevailed
And the song where I’m Hailed

They’ll repent for their deeds
And reap misery
From their seeds.

So the next time,
You see a boy,
With an angry face
Wearing jeans of joy,

“The dreamer”, You’ll call him,
What they called me

And when his life looks dim
And he’s cursed eternally,

Tell him to look up
Because stars only spark
When the sky is dark

And one only dreams
When reality is,
Not what it seems.

At Sea

I was lost
I was cold
And at what cost?
I wasn’t told

I thought I was ready
I thought I was safe
They told me to be weary
But I couldn’t escape

Unprepared and unfinished,
I felt the need to be punished
But when my fears overcame,
I realized this wasn’t a game

I did my best,
With what I was blessed;
I used my mind
But the answers were hard to find

I tried and persevered;
Until the end neared
I thought I did well,
To go through that hell

The result did come,
Though not good for some
The turn was mine
And I got seventy-nine!

I felt satisfied and relieved
At something I never believed
To come true for me
This must have been my destiny.

But I couldn’t forget that day
On which the price I’ve yet to pay
It haunts me even now
Though I don’t know how

I was longing to be free
The day I found myself

At sea.