A Blur of a New Life

I wrote this a couple weeks into spring, when everything was in full bloom.  I was driving back from a doctor's appointment and the day was perfect.  It was hovering just above 70, the sun was shining with just a cloud or two in the sky, and the landscape was full of color. Purples, yellows, whites, pinks, reds, and greens.  I thought what a perfect day it would be to go run through a field, but I couldn't.  It saddened me that I couldn't go for a run, or any activity of the like and fully embrace the day, and that I couldn't truly enjoy what spring had to offer my beautiful city.  No, instead I was stuck in my car, at my house, on my porch.  This was the first time I was not able to enjoy life like I really wanted to.  It's like when your stuck at home with the flu and all your friends are out playing, well this flu has lasted for over 6 months. And my friends, well, they have been from the west coast to the east coast and back to the west coast in just that amount of time. They're livin' the life, not me.  But spring has now passed, and it is now hot has Hell outside, so my temporary depression has faded as the heat is just too much for me to bare.  But man, that spring was down right beautiful this year!  I wrote this literally while driving home from the appointment, but I only wrote down the words at a red light. I would have forgotten them otherwise.  I have added a few words here and there, but for the most part this is a poem that came to me while driving on a perfect spring day. And if it seems sporadic at times, that is because I chose not to overdo the editing.  I feel as if I have captured the feelings and emotions I was having on that perfect spring day and I did not want to lose any of the authenticity of it through the use of editing.  And since I wrote it, I thought I might as well share it with all of you, why not, right.



A Blur of a New Life
in this new life i begin to walk through it with a veil over my head
i sit there wondering
where do i go? what do i do?
there is a blur, a cloud, that not even the strongest rainstorm could wash away
wounded, waiting for a new show
no boundaries to explore, no limits to push
feeling lifeless and washed ashore

i want more out of this life i'm living

i want to get in my car and have my wheels turn me back into a free soul
as spring warms and my body hardens
i feel i will soon be swimming amongst the clouds
to almost die just to be saved by the power of man
if it was up to the natural world, six feet under, i would be
but i'm here, with a blur of a new life