Start by closing your eyes, visualizing your goal, and
Departing on innovative adventure.
The way ahead, black – unknown; the end certain – when you
find the emerald lawn.
Golden rays in the heaven, are above this grass; where all
your dreams will spawn.
Follow the pathway, venture
Further, take the soul past every turn and bend.
In the meadow are untended, enslaved fantasies; which wait
to be set free, from the dirt cage.
These previously, planted imaginations can be unlocked and
grown, despite any age.
They lie dormant like the (unseen, underground) seeds of
flowers, awaiting rain to give them birth;
And their colorful petals will fill the grassland, through
the showers of: your focus, love, care, and mirth.
To arrive at this hidden pasture you must: traverse desolate
lands, under storm clouds of doubt;
Tempests which turn around, those with hearts unbidden, and
strive to keep the indecisive out -
Or keep tentative travelers lost, in the barren desert of
despair, and maze of fear;
Sure souls remember, as it seems more hopeless, the closer
they are drawing near…
…To a sunny, imaginary, fertile, creative safe haven;
A field where all the inner ambitions you sow
Will continue, unhindered, to passionately grow
(Even when in reality, your sky is colored raven).
There will be two-faced foes in life, who`ll attempt, to dissuade
you from your quest;
With sounds of envious echoes, and bitter contempt – your conviction,
they will test.
Your expedition, will take you along many sorrowful miles;
And the adversaries will highlight each time you slip,
The rivals will ridicule and laugh as your eyes drip,
Setting up snares and pitfalls, with many wily guiles.
Even, your own pride (may) cause you to backslide, so the
ego – strip;
In your own God confide, and recall the reason for your
artistic trip.
You will learn to shed all the socially conformed concerns,
Staying steadfast; as others try to lay waste to your arable,
aspirations space
(Endure the heat of the fire, although it sometimes burns).
Through dedication, you will paste an astounded, dumbfounded
look on their face;
When they realize with haste, how they helped make
cultivable - the land of your place.
When you arrive, simply smile and take pleasure, in your magnificent
perception;
As you bring alive, with personal style, every measure of
your vibrant conception.
Composed By: A. D.
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