First written as a comment in just two short minutes over at The Reverie, under “Just be you”.
Living in key to our own tune –
Waiting on a small lost bridge, and I don’t know why,
Started setting out to get across to the other side,
Perhaps I’ll wait a while, perhaps I’ll open my eyes,
Run my hands through the air and dance to the sky.
Nothing like reaching out dancing for your own sky,
Not listening to misconceptions of people passing by,
Putting down your lyrics and making your own tunes,
Not all bridge stories need to be about those blues.
Of people judging everyday what makes us,
Different in a world, a world we choose.
Finding our own way, not to be their news.
To living in key to our own dance and tunes.