The clouds in the sky replace the clouds my mind.
Inspiration precipitates and crystallizes in kind.
With the safety harness untied.
We can finally fly.

How often we see ourselves through another’s lens.
And see only refractions of our true selves.
On my misty balcony I see the truth.
After so many iterations of youth.

With my headphones in I lift my hands in the air.
Just like I have so many times before.
But this time it’s different, the freedom won’t end.
It’s not an escape, it’s the path’s new bend.

I seek the truth, and I see gods everywhere.
If you need a helping hand, I have energy to spare.
This is just the beginning, as I’m drawn to the light.
I feel nothing but gratitude on this primavera night.