
Do I believe in mystic things?
I suppose I kind of do.
But the question could just as easily be,
Why, my friend, don’t you?
I thought we all, had realized now,
That life is unexpected,
And how you handle change, my friend,
Will decide what you’ve regretted.
Because love, and hope, and unicorns exist,
They’re out there, you will find,
And it’s not the seeing that makes them real,
It’s the thoughts within our mind.
It’s what we see, in little things,
The differences that make life sublime,
But we’ll never even notice them there,
If we never take the time.
And what a shame, it is to think,
We’re busy far too much,
To hold the things that matter close,
And experience that sense of touch.
For even in our darkest thoughts,
That ray of light can shine,
It’s the beauty and joy, within ourselves,
The power within our mind.
And when we seek to wash that out,
The differences that make life sweet,
We lose that beauty where wonder resides,
That makes our lives complete.
So if you can, take the time,
And chase that rainbow down,
And even if you never reach,
That hallowed, sacred ground.
Take a breath, and smile my friend,
You were a bit extreme,
But that’s where magic, can exist,
And where life becomes a dream.
So close your eyes, when night comes,
And dream of better days,
Where hope, and love, and joy exist,
And sadness is swept away.
For the days we find hope and dream of possibilities…
-CJG 10/10/2021
