Outside the Box
I used to wait for the next day to come into play,
Before I would understand the actual display.
Life would pass me bye and I couldn’t even see,
The parts of Life with the real Beauty.
I would sit there and plan the next day,
Calculating everything down to the words I would say.
Missing the real point in this up hill battle,
You call the shots when you’re riding in the saddle.
Now, that doesn’t mean wing everything you face,
It’s more calling the shots with a subtle grace.
And taking in the moment as it arises,
Then you will be amazed at the actual surprises.
With a wide point of view, more things appear,
And every breathe you take feels more sincere.
That is the beginning of this new frontier,
As the selfish life before will slowly disappear.
So when you reach that point, just smile for me,
Because now you can understand Life to a higher degree.
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