Threat, Gold, Chains

I want to go, leave it all behind
They say: 'Stay, out there you'll go blind'
So I remain, light in the distance
I need to give in, fight my resistance

And sometimes I look closely and begin to move
They rush in, they work hard to close the groove
After this, they take me back and give me gold
I accept the wealth, but feel oh so cold

Someday I will sneak out, no one will see
I will jump in the light, I will be free
And if out there I'll turn blind
I'll accept it, I won't mind

About to leave, to take the sunshine trains
They all rush in and lock me in chains
Imprisoned for life, I'm forced to stay
No more hope to find a better way

Connected to the Universe

And there I was again, staring at the ceiling.
I focused on my heartbeat -too fast.
I felt the blood rushing through my veins.

I moved a little to the right, just enough for my shoulder to touch hers.
I connected to her heartbeat, my heart took over the pace of hers.
The rushing blood became a relaxed stream floating through my veins.

I felt connected to the universe.

The Wishing Well

--Underlying poem was written by a bird following Olivier on his trip to the wishing well, a well that would grand every unhappy boy three wishes. As he considered himself unhappy, Olivier left town in search for the well. He decided he would wish for: a beautiful girl, wisdom and adventure. Things he needed and wanted in order to be happy. The one thing he knew about the well was that: if one would ask for a wish that had already been satisfied, the well would answer "granted". For every new wish, it would say 'enjoy, happy boy'. --


Olivier...

As you walk, I must admit
The unhappy condition, you it does fit
I hope the well will bring you joy
I hope it will make you a happy boy

Focused on the road so long
You missed the beauty that walked along
Thinking of wishing at the well
You didn't notice for you she fell

And hasty as you were
For the wise man you didn't care
Thinking of wishing at the well
You didn't listen to stories he'd tell

Dreaming of what you wished
It's the pure adventure that you missed
Thinking of wishing at the well
You didn't notice the adventurous spell

Arriving at the well
Three wishes you did speak and tell
"Granted', the well it spoke
And you wondered if it was all a joke