Inspired to run
Inspired to fly
Inspired to feel
Inspired to do
So inspired and yet I'm still here
Lying in my bed
Staring at my white ceiling
Numb.
I'm just like a rock in the garden
Can't move, can't speak, don't feel
But still, there is something different about me,
Right?
We rocks all lie silently, unnoticeably
But if you'll look closer you'll see it too
We each have our own unique bumps and curves
We are all lying, waiting
Keeping each other company - but not really
Someday a boy wonders to our garden.
An inspired boy, with a twinkle in his eye's
And he is too
Inspired to run
Inspired to fly
Inspired to feel
Inspired to do
He sees me.
That same simple rock.
Only he sees a spark in me
The same spark - that others have managed
To overlook somehow
That boy wants me for some reason
And what about me?
I want to run, to fly, to feel, to do
Just like him
He picks me up, put me in his hand
And presses so tight like he'll never let go
He holds me so close, and me
Well...
Not a rock any more |