i'm not homesick, just time sick
I just miss that time.
though the time thats becoming
is turning out fine
i actually quite like it
i like it a lot
learning things that beforehand
were hard to be taught
well,
its new training ground
so you see, i'm not perfect
but i'm growing a ton
and i know i'm still worth it/
i sometimes loose focus
its ok. i'm just trying
to balance the things
i might face before dying
might face before dying?
there's a lot that entails
the different adventures
i'll face on those trails
if i loose it, i'll find it
real quick, cuz it matters
without focus--my life
feels quite broken. in tatters.
with it i'm joyful
The Spirit resides
i'm grateful. i'm blessed.
dah, feels so good inside
...
the places i'll go
the things i will see
i'll never have dreamed up
for little ol' me
there's one path i'll stay on
it's narrow and straight
His will in my heart
I pray be innate
just to remind me,
keep going, keep fighting
be strong and endure
for the blessings given later
are real, and sure
My Father, he loves me
he shows me he cares
I'll seek for him daily
through scripture and prayers
I am His child
a daughter of a King
I'll remember my purpose
I'll rejoice and I'll sing
Because I am time sick.
It's not childish.
It's... Magical.
Meaningful.
That little thing that lets a three year old play with the same train set for hours. Every day.
He never gets bored of that single loop track.
That little thing that turns a Cultural Hall into a 50's dancehall.
Turns out Root-beer Floats and Poodle Skirts make quite the time machine.
That little thing that turns a bunch of blankets (looped from chair to chair in the kitchen) into a fort, a haven.
"There's a hidden cave, we can watch them cherokee go galloping by."
That little thing that lets you believe you're still a Disney princess.
That little thing that makes the words "a dream is a wish your heart makes" ring true.
That little thing that turns your bedroom into a grand theater on Broadway.
or your backyard into a soccer stadium.
That little thing that makes sidewalk chalk the medium of Van Gogh or Rafael.
Awh that little thing.... imagination
i believe in it.
do you?
It's... Magical.
Meaningful.
That little thing that lets a three year old play with the same train set for hours. Every day.
He never gets bored of that single loop track.
That little thing that turns a Cultural Hall into a 50's dancehall.
Turns out Root-beer Floats and Poodle Skirts make quite the time machine.
That little thing that turns a bunch of blankets (looped from chair to chair in the kitchen) into a fort, a haven.
"There's a hidden cave, we can watch them cherokee go galloping by."
That little thing that lets you believe you're still a Disney princess.
That little thing that makes the words "a dream is a wish your heart makes" ring true.
That little thing that turns your bedroom into a grand theater on Broadway.
or your backyard into a soccer stadium.
That little thing that makes sidewalk chalk the medium of Van Gogh or Rafael.
Awh that little thing.... imagination
i believe in it.
do you?
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