Why don’t you give yourself a little minute?
Why don’t you give yourself a second to think?
Can’t you give them something more than anger?
But giving connects with giving up, like come out from behind the curtain
And all you value is strength. That’s why we hide ourselves
We’re weak enough to get rejected, pay attention
Pay attention to the little girl behind the curtain whose voice is a lie and
Whose face is an illusion but her words are the truth,
Hear the truth. Don’t be afraid that they’ll prove you wrong because
There’s someone else just like you are, so, and you’re like them.
To stop and look around makes it feel like a whole other world,
Because even though it makes you look lost and you don’t want that,
It’s magical, and nobody else knows because you never told them
But you believe in magic. It exists and it’s imperfect and beautiful.
To stop and look around casts a spell over you, and when they laugh
You want to leap to your feet and tell them what they’re missing.
You want to let them see the rainbows, the starlight, the silver lining and
Silver scarves. Optimistic and knowing better because of magic.
And if you don’t have the words in your head to talk,
That you don’t believe there is truth in what jumps to your lips
What’s on your fingertips then write it,
Because there are words in the paper even if it’s digital paper
There are words in the pen and the computer keys
And it helps, to have words.
Words are worlds, wait and see.
Try and fail, fly and fall, never broken, magical.
And even on the best of days the flame can burn black.
Even in the brightest light we hear them calling
But look up to the sun, and the indigo sky and see dragons
In the twilight clouds, salt air and mountains at the same time
Imperfection makes the stars perfect, and the breaks in their alignment
Is what once was made into creatures and symbols and memories of existence.
There is so much more to see in nothing
If you stop and look around.