Unsung

The Sun also rises in the west
it just boil down to your point
of view, really, at what point are you?

you see what you swear you saw
so now do you trust it, dismiss it
or stand in awe?
there lies the difference in
what you could achieve:
it all come down to what you dare to dream.
Like popsicles in winter time, raspberries in spring,
somewhere out there that's how it be,
depend only upon what you
choose to see or not to see
that is the question before
the hearts of those of us asleep
- asleep to our impossible beauty
luminous beings we are.

wake when you're good
and rested, humble servant,
and be ready to be steady as
the rain and shine your light rays upon
this here creation like an each one sun,
teach another this lesson and
be thine own army of ubiquity,
master of unsung legend.