The Difference

It’s like the clouds; you watch them go by,
some go really slow and some go really fast, this is like life.
We follow the paths of the people before us,
but what's the point of reliving the life they've already lived. We strive to be different. We wonder if our words will ever mean anything.
If they'll be remembered, respoke, regretted or just forgotten like the happiness of your childhood

Our actions, so quick, not well thought out…on a whim.
“So—Irresponsible” they all say “you’re a crazy kid”
Ha-ha maybe I am a crazy kid—
But I’m crazy for love—to ‘love and be loved’
I’m crazy for freedom—to breathe the fresh of independence
And I am crazy for uniqueness—to be a winding, whirling, woman of change.

We all grasp for the unattainable—
i want to have that which you’ve said I cannot
I’m going to do what you told me not to.

I want to be opaque,
I want to be glowing
I want to be seen
And I want to be ALL KNOWING

We all have dreams and hopes—
We’ll be who we are and those who follow their dreams will go far