SareyZ
This barricade
I don't know why
It has to exist
Within my life
Ceasing my progress
Encasing my fears
Arising my doubts
Frets, worries, and tears
This barricade
Is too high for me to escape
Its insignificant in reality
But very real, in my mind, to me.
Festivity time is in the air,
Blues, greens, purples, lots of flare.
Lots of laughter, excitement, joy, and celebrating,
With family, friends, loved ones, it's so invigorating!
Festive times come not that frequently,
So seize their moments carpe diem'ly!
Strumming the keys full of black and white,
Ever so lightly, tone so bright.
Making melodies to fill the air,
Formal atmosphere, as a debonair.
Harmonies intertwine with the melody so,
Emitting fast then fading slow.
All of this just for an ear's desire,
Capturing passion like a rampaging fire.
There, it stands. High among the wheat and fields. Overlooking the hogs and cows, the corn stalks, and the barn. Visited infrequently, but constantly there, as a safe, reassuring necessity for the family to which call it part of their home.
To knock or not to knock? That is the question. What if the door leads to one of opportunity? Then one should indeed knock... persistently, that is. However, if such a door leads to dread, then one should strive well to avoid such. But, the contents are unknown. So, face your fears. Be prepared to face whatever may lie ahead. And simply... knock.
Size matters not, except if it were pertaining to the size of ones heart. In all that you do, pour out your heart and your soul, for you never may know who will watch, who may be affected, or what type or size of impact you will make.
I signed another video last night at the request of a friend. I did as well as I could, but didn't really think I poured out my heart and soul, just did it. He was moved. It was a great and rewarding feeling, but made me feel as though I almost could have (and should have) done a little more...
End. It's nearing. We all are nearing it. It... meaning, of course, the end. But, honestly, the end is really the beginning. Well, that's what I strongly believe anyway. It could be viewed upon as a half-way point, but not so, for the 2nd "half" is so much longer than the first. This first half may end in 70 years on average, but the 2nd "half" goes on for eternity. :)
Must? Really? Must I? But, I don't know if I can do it. I fear. I have doubts. My confidence really isn't all that great. But... I suppose I must. I have to eventually, anyway. Might as well do it now, so I can at least get it done. But, then why do I keep stalling? Why do I keep putting it off? Why must I doubt myself? Why must I anyway? Must...
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