Eventfully

The night no longer seems to be the place to sleep,
Its become an eventful time to think and write,
With no distractions and just thoughts flowing through my mind,
What more could I ask for than such a beautiful sight,
The stars light my paper and the moons leads my pen,
This desire to write and wish seems to go ever so on,
A happiness begins to grow inside me,
And every night I hold that thought inside,
Of all of the things I had kept in,
This is the one I will never want to let go,
With melodies playing in my head,
And similes dancing with metaphors in my heart,
Its like every night I’m born again.

There is so much left to be done in this place,
So many things still race through my head,
And dreams no longer leave me when I wake,
I think of my past and no longer fear the regret,
I see those I’ve past and I see myself happy of everything I’ve done,
I’ve learned too much from my mistakes,
And I’m finally ready to let go and move on,
I’ll make one last swing at friendships I’d like to save,
For everyone deserves as many chances as they’d like.

And as I’m here sitting on my writing booth,
I see the future as clear as any man would,
I’ve grown tired of bickering and fighting,
And this anger’s now leaving me fast as lightning,
I’ll go wherever this wind may blow,
I’ve settled old scored I’ve had to settle,
I found out sometimes we all need each other,
Even though sometimes we might not know why,
People have left each other.

I’ve learned how to live with the things around me now,
The only thing I hold on tight now,
Is the hope of my happiness one day being free,
And although I’ve watched some friendships die,
I wont let that leave me here undone,
I’ll toss out all of the negative that I’ve left in,
And I’ll open up my arms at anything life will give me.

Prophet