. . . . BirthRight . . . .

Part of my
birthright
is my everyday
daydreaming . . .
and in those moments
when I drift . . . to my own private Neverland
and am enraptured in it's beauty
I am surrounded with emotions - I am swimming . . .
in the clear blue warm waters under the sun
it is my getaway . . .
much like if I have a postcard of a place I want to go to - hidden behind the sun visor of my car . . .
and every once in a while - I would pull over to the side of the road
carefully take the post card from behind the visor
pull back & recline the seat - let my eyes sink into the picture
& find myself there . . .
but listen . . . for a moment . . .
It's not escaping (reality) - what I don't wanna deal with . . .
it's knowing - feeling - living those moments - that are out there . . .
just for me . . .
it is the destiny that I choose
my luck is only a matter of my own design
and my intention - my will - my determination
make it come to me - make it realized - because I already know it - to be true . . .
deep inside my soul
there is nothing . . . nothing . . . nothing
that is impossible - for those who dare to attempt - to try - to will
it is you're birthright
to soar straight - high above - all - everything . . .
even if . . . you are a . . .
. . . . "broken arrow" . . . .