To be our cosmic want to be

I have collected dust with no place to call a home; set adrift amongst a lonely space, just a blurb in the expanse of the human race.

Looking at myself, I sometimes don´t like what I see. Working through the paces, trying to live through all the places … just another page in a sometimes painful history.

Rising every morning is a sometimes often chore; where and how do I always find the will and the courage to open that door.

Should I cloak myself in my silence or go out and face the rain… such a lonely legacy in a six billion strong majesty.

Given such a life, what right did I ever have to be? But life is worth living when I reach out my hands and chose to be free.

Shaking off my bounds, I have a bid to be free. Because life is for the living; it all comes down to me. Just look around, you can see what I mean.

Here we all are on our spinning mystery and life is so beautiful; make your life a graceful, working masterpiece.

We are free.

We can see our cosmic want to be, and make a point of living to give out for the thanks in living.

We will touch the stars

We will heal our pain

We have our whole life to be.