Bird droppings

Spaces between moments of paradise,
Lost in a world of a life not free,
I hold the keys to all of the answers,
I'm not even sure what it is that I fear.

Stepping through fire,
into the avalanche,
I take the leap,
that will heal my heart.
Falling through smoke,
Tumbling past boulders,
The bottom is near,
It's time to let go.

Spaces between moments of clarity,
Fighting the urge to pretend I'm not there,
The hardest thing that I'll ever learn
is how to screw up, and the freedom to fail.

Open the door,
The baggage of ages,
Struggle to say,
What needs to be said.
Finding our way
Through all of the muddles
The magic is here.
The journey is now.

Spaces between moments of happiness
Those glorious moments where life is to be lived,
I follow my heart, I follow my destiny
The spaces between are shrinking each day.