If you Please

I am told
there is always something
I can't have

without it
I seek out something else
I don't need

I fill up
with trivialities
useless things

you wonder
why I am so depressed
with this life

the plastic
in my hands speaks to me
So I laugh

spin around
to show you the wonder
you won't see

I long for adventure
free falling from above
a spiraling tower
miraculous fighters
in top hats with ribbon
vests and high collared shirts
to carry me back home
in arms strengthened with love

you think me childish
to hold my dreams tightly
while I keep on moving
treating this world lightly
maybe I won't grow up
condescending over
your daily frustration
laughing under cover

The sheriff
ornamented in gold
wears a mask

The fat King
abuses his power
keeps me trapped

The rogue boy
sings a song to his girl
who is lost

the wonders
lighten this heavy heart
opens eyes

The weight of
unfulfillment crushes
simple needs

And they say
it's the right time to stay
to settle

I long for fast paced heat
A bubbly achieved kiss
racing to reach the sun
Dragged around through the clouds
who are grateful to give
the chance to revel at
boys and girls made up of
twinkling colored star shine

But I don't have a chance
Locked up in the tower
Hidden away from life
Looking through hard windows
Caged in adoration
Chained down by careless words
Frozen, sad, and Alone
Hoping for the blue Prince

~~~

I believe
there isn't anything
I can't have

I will reach
my own aspirations
without doubt

I will touch
fruitful products of dreams
with my heart

I Wonder
about the magic spell
for clear skies

I'll make it
with my very own hands
Pure and light

The power
which brings us happiness
and fulfillment


Smile Once More
Greet the day
with open
caring arms

Let the wind
blow your cares
far away
into space

Run into
the sunset
glowing hot
burning bright

Take my hand
pull me in
hold me tight
beat the fear

I believe
there isn't anything
I can't have

I will reach
my own aspirations
without doubt

I will touch
fruitful products of dreams
with my heart

I Wonder
about the magic spell
for clear skies

I'll make it
with my very own hands
Pure and light

The power
which brings us home again
to blossom

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2009