You and I must meet this week.
It might be on a random drive,
Taking that long thought of journey to some place where i can make the jump
Saying yes to the things I have said no to
Leaving the things that I have held on to when they do not mean much anymore
I must, this week, meet you
I have climbed no mountains,
Run no significant races,
Taken no significant risks,
I feel now that I am drowning in my own comfort
It must be something that will shake the dead weight off
I cannot for the life of me, think of a thing just now
Maybe, my journey will start with saying No
To the things I agree to do that i shouldn't
Or to having conversations that will change my path
If I meet you courage,
Be kind, but then, be true
Do not fail me, but allow me to stand on my feet
Because just now, i suspect, i live so meek and full of apology
I wonder if i am living right
Should i die tomorrow,
If they were honest, they might wonder
What, besides being good, can we say about her?
Good really is a thing you can never own
It is the definition of every dead man. He was good, So was she
What is my thing i wonder?
Courage however, should not mean stupid, right? Or should it?
