No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Come

Come one and all,

Come sanctify,

The answer that you gave,

When all was

Calm and shining;

When the

Heart of you was brave.

Come face the fire

And don't despair,

If all around shout 'wrong!'

Remember

When you 

Heard the tune,

And danced to your own song.

Come take a stand,

Come show your face,

Come lay your challenge bare;

Come shout your answers

Louder

Than those ragged creatures dare.

Come claim your place

Among the stars,

And planets made of fire

And know

Truth is the heart of life,

That love's your hearts desire.

The Future

Celan, 
A creature wise and old,
The future to himself did hold.
For written on his weathered shell
An ancient soul, 
Who’s fate could tell 
A story, 
To those few that saw,
In stars and omens, 
Near and far,
A portent of far better days,
When Celan 
All the world would save.