Square Peg
A square peg and a round hole it's only right that the two don't fit. So
Why? Do people think it's me who always needs to be fixed even thou
nor so easily mixed?
Too long I've tried to mold my way through life anxiously like a
fool with nothing to say. But if by chance my words and thoughts flow
like unto a raging river into the far depths of the sea, or if my words and
thoughts you decided to keep. Then I will know that the sea is not so
distant nor so deep.
Then for the rest, can ponder and dream wherefore life is but a
dream. They will never understand my kind except for old Father Time, whose Life has no beginning nor end like the sands upon distant shores. As the stars in the heavens gaze brightly down upon the depths of the sea, time will pass but yet never fade, except for those who have gone
before me and those who have joined me on this mysterious crusade.
May the stars forever guide us on this journey that I haven't yet made.
For time will pass us yet never fade like the darkest night or the brightest sun nor the shimmer of the moon, for life is still forever young, and those who survive and are among.
Here's to you who have fought and won, and to those that are still
gazing out upon the battlefields of time and here's to those who can still
hear so ever faintly the battle cries of the fallen old and young.
For hear me now and forever my beating heart, my whispering words,
upon the wind, hear my thoughts among the rustling of autumn leaves.
See me truly, see me who I really am nor what you want me to be
for I am my own eagle and with hopes of my own that soar among them
in the heaven's endless sky.
See me for who I am nor what can you make me be. I have my own
dreams that come alive upon a new springing awake for the first time
after a cold hard winter.
Listen, quietly listen, see without eyes, and be amazed yet not afraid,
feel not with not what you cannot touch with flesh of hand nor bone
but with only true, mind and strength. For I will never again live in fear of fitting in as a square peg into a "Round Hole."
By
Eric J. Shepherd
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