HAY DAYS

'm being reminded to orb the truth always
An imagery instead flash back of my hay days
I would rather play to freedom than to graze the truth

'm being reminded to stand on my feet
An imagery instead flash back of my childhood
I would rather crawl to move than to go on a desired path

'm being reminded to capture the silence
An imagery instead flash back of my cry at birth
I would rather shower sounds than to feed my silence

'm being reminded that end comes in death
An imagery instead flash back of the time
I would rather become fearless than to drag the moment