He’s Back

So what now?

Did you hear the story of the Eagle born from a Rose?
You probably don’t know.

It’s a story of something vulnerable, yet strong,
That just started to grow.

Nobody understood why,
And it started anxiety,
It was simply too different,
No place in society!

Its feathers were different;
its body was strong,
But still it was hidden,
No place to belong.

It made no sense!
It was tougher than metal!
A strong and tall eagle,
That came from a petal?

Yet the answer you seek,
Isn’t crazy or mad,
Because different or strange,
doesn’t mean bad.

Most minds are conformed,
Most eyes do not see,
We are forced to buy tickets,
We can’t get in free.

This world can hide beauty,
Missed in dark places,
Whilst everything normal,
is placed in bright spaces.

So a seed was planted,
To change our reality,
A bird from a flower?
You must have insanity!

But ignore these thoughts,
And silence the word,
Plant your own Rose,
And grow your own bird.

Fight for your ideas,
and fly over each obstacle,
And anything you wish,
Can be made possible.

Never stop searching,
Or trying to find,
The hidden ideas,
Stuck in a beautiful mind.

Help them grow tall,
And feed your black sheep,
Because dreams don’t have limits,
Like the ones in your sleep.

c.f

Inspired by someone who made me realise my thoughts were worth sharing again. 

25/03/2014

“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.” ― Salvador Dalí