Commotion of Emotions

Fly me to the moon, I have lived here long enough. I need a greater perspective, Of the mighty mountains and the seas rough. I have sequestered the courage for long, I have put it up in rhymes and songs; The fuel- the words have just been enough, So I walk to you, I stand up! Look! The launchpad so dynamic and vibrant, Through successes and failures I have found it. Now I sit upon, my eyes to the moon, I'm here; you're here; we'll be off by noon! The earth so jealous, I'm leaving it away, But it doesn't realize how close it is to me; For only here did I find my way - When I stumbled onto you, across the alley. Now the voyager is ready - it is bursting its fuel, I sit fingers crossed; I have experiences new; In awe and scare, I look ahead, a shiny piece of glass! And in the shine of the glass: I see you! So I am no longer afraid, as the rocket takes to life, I'm thumping my heart, the moon seems s

Leaves will fall, Clouds will disappear, People will go, And all will change; But the road will remember. One will see a part of you, Someone else another; One will stick to you freely, One will detest your philosophy; But the road knows you all. You have been striding with some, You have been limping with others; Crushing souls nonetheless, Quarring for silver in pockets of amber. The road has seen you in all. Sometimes you may remember what you've done, Other times, misguided by your actions; Backed by thoughts of a deteriorating mind, But to the road its all the same - It lies unaltered through emotions in time. So you may not understand, Nor be understood, Through words ambiguous, a mismatch of thoughts - Around the bent in the undergrowth, On the road to somewhere. It is not a friend, It is not a foe, It is not stained by your actions, It is not moved by your words, Its a spectator free from the shack