‘Be Daring’
I used to be the sort of man or woman
Who'd find magic on the ground,
As though The trick to real Pleasure
was a little something remaining lying about.
I’d pull it out of library guides
their web pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
within the air right before a storm.
If you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I present in library books
was the smell of moths and dust.
And despite my every single promise
that every rainbow holds a thing gold.
That not one person born in history
as ever been quiet Daring.
Until finally I instructed them via my smile
that believing is The love main element.
You can't adjust how the earth seems to be
right up until you alter how men and women see.
ANGELA
1967-