Have you ever been lost inside yourself,
just drifting, not knowing
whether to sink or swim
in a quagmire of your own making?

Have you ever had a doubt
deep in your soul,
piercing your heart
out of control?

Have you ever been to a place like no other,
that tugs at your heartstrings
like an unforgotten lover?

Have you ever loved someone
it made you shiver,
tore down your defenses
in sweet surrender?

Have you ever laughed
like there’s no tomorrow,
spilled out your guts
breaking wind and sorrow?

Have you ever sat by the side of the road
in the middle of nowhere,
wondering what lies ahead
or if it will lead you somewhere?

Have you ever seen a vision so befuddling
it caught you breathless and forever sighing?
Have you ever touched a leaf, touched a pebble
touched a chord that let you tremble?

Have you ever gazed at the eyes of a child,
and saw your passion burning, growing wild?
Have you ever looked up to the heavens
on bended knees laid down your burdens?

Have you ever been to a rainbow’s end,
and followed a path with no bend?
Have you ever watched a flower bloom,
or found love at the dark side of the moon?

Have you ever told yourself
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way?
Don’t you hurry love, it’ll come to you someday?
What’s the use of dreaming, if you dream on your own?
When you're done deceiving, what the heck, you're alone!

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(For RSG, wordsmith nonpareil)

If words were wishes and letters were spaces

That one can summon to fill the empty places

Clogging the soul and numbing the senses;

They would be like a raging torrent

Flowing frenziedly in the heat of the moment

Romancing the earth in blissful denouement.

If songs were dreams and poems were schemes

That one can conjure to quench the thirst for hymns

Parching the heart and sapping the limbs;

They would be like some magic wand

Casting spells with the wave of a hand

Draping specks of stardust mem’ries on barren land.

If there is no meaning to rhyme

And pictures fade with the wind in time;

If there is no reason to a change in seasons

And love disappears when the cold breeze beckons.

If there is no more madness to laughter

And triumph turns into the worst of disasters;

Faces will sink back to oblivion

Bodies will perish in hope’s contagion

And shadows will fall 'neath the flickering cauldron.

But if words can ignite a flame

And make cowards writhe in shame;

If they were made for believing

And melting stones with loosened chains;

If words can truly inspire

And stoke the fires of desire;

If they can keep the torches burning

And ease the doubts that seethe within;

If words are a gift for the ages

Or a pit where true riches lie;

It is the only treasure worth bequeathing

A legacy that will never die.

And when all is here and gone

Who's not to say –

Well done, Master, well done!

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