Reflections in the Wind

As he raised his hands, they began to fall.
We all sung of course, answering the call.

He threw his arms around with furious intent.
As if he were conveying some sort of torment.

I'm not certain if it went to plan.
Everyone considered believes that I'm some sort of front man.

"Beware!" I exclaim from a far.
Meanwhile I think he just wanted us to be a star.

Never mind if we're bad, old or insane.
We all come together to fight through the pain.

Dismiss the torment and do away with the plan.
I'm sure if we wanted he'd show us back to where we began.

Consider the fight to where we are now.
Think of the notions that he has just allowed.

Now think back to where you were when you started.
All of these memories, are not for the fainthearted.

Each time I go to thank you for this.
I end up in a place where it is easy to dismiss.

So thank you for the times where I wish I had more.
And thanks for the times that made me sure.

I will never forget the things that make me original.
I will never forget the things that help me see I'm visible.

Soar

I often wonder,
What is it that makes your mind ponder?

Is it the thought of substance or love...
Will you ever make the vision be seen from up above?

Considering our precepts and who might have devised,
Is it important to consider what might be your demise?

Considerations far, deep and wide,
I wonder just how far your vision will guide.

Never mind me sitting here with a blind eye,
Blind from the love that made us fly.

Looking down on the people that make us ponder,
On love, substance and even wonder.

Soaring above in the clouds until your last breath,
Consider your will before it meets its death.