You never see it coming,
you just get to see it go.
The calm before the storm,
is like the wind before the snow.
You hate it when it's near,
yet you want it when it goes
but how 'bout meeting in the middle,
revel in it while it's close.
Maybe metaphorically,
you can't understand the gist.
Keep your mind at open risk
because ignorance is always bliss.
And yet they say a youthful mind,
is still a mind that you can lift
but how can something not yet molded,
be the key to open gifts?
Though I'm fragile,
and I break,
I can mend myself a new,
there's something greater here at stake, it's our ability at what we do.
The power to love unconditional,
whether to a child or to another.
And when I say I love?
I mean to love and still protect as our brother.
So here I say, still unaware,
that I can never see enough.
Because I haven't seen it all,
and yet I swear the going's rough.
I haven't felt as so before,
and yet before the word was "love."
But how can I say that we shared love,
when I'm still unaware of what is lust.
See there's a path that we all lead,
it's a path that describes "us."
And not a path that can be defined
by none only but the man above.
But it's a path that describes you,
and all the things you value too.
So think you before you walk away,
before your path unravels too.
And to some,
my words may have no meaning.
And to some,
it may leave them torn.
But to many,
these wisdom beneath the words,
keeps them warm.
But to me,
in my eyes,
I see perfection through the storm.
I see the wallow in the why,
I hear the calm before the storm.
