Love your life

This life is mine and I am no longer naive anymore.
 
My dazzling coat of many colours, how I love my coat of many colours.  
 
Been observing my life from the mud where my flowers lay.  
 
Should have been on top taking in the sun rays.  
 
Been looking at the dirt I can easily kick away.  
 
Time for my positive strife to come back to life.
 
Waiting for your daughter, advising her with words.  
 
Waiting for my self, advising with words.
 
What a world, so big so small.  
 
Just me and my boy and my puppy, my boys.  
 
I love them its true, lost all the rest of the world for you.  
 
Do I mind, not really got a clue, wish to be like Jason momoa but the female version, got a soul ready to climb.  
 
Show my son adventures on the bright side.
 
Life is no fairytale I know this for sure but I still dream of beautiful wedding, kids, career and more.
 
Life is no fairytale and I'm finding what I desire in what I loose.
 
A battle with the ego not hard to do, other than the awful spells of sadness from you to me, bucketed into the core, blocked of, oh hell no.  
 
I'm finally at peace, I hear the birds sing.  
 
I no longer serve any of you to be let down, simply our life's have turned around, like the kaleidoscope it turns in hues and waves.
 
Faces form, faces fade, life is one big circle, one big dna wave.
 
Connected in a way the mind can't explain but only show if believers can refrain from the reality stain, block of your channels, in fantasy and blame.  
 
Only we can hold hands, make the world a better place, if its not your desire for the world to be good, don't judge the God likes who stand up.  
 
How can you beat and plaster and moan, whatever human society does, is never enough, rich and poor, poor and rich, we are all the same.  
 
Its silly and nostalgic, don't be defined.  
 
Its silly and nostalgic, don't cry for more time when waisting it closed off inside.
 
The world could do so much and the dreams sour so high, what I would do if I could fix everything, even if it takes me until I die..
 
To unite, fix the corruptions, take down the mental health stigma.  
 
We shouldn't define ourselves, mental health shouldn't be a thing, shouldn't be a list, where someone thinks they have the right to say your this and this.  
 
Who ever decided they had the right, to label another human on how to think, speak, act or create.
 
Storys the only thing real in this world, I stand by my words from a child, listen again mother, listen again father, all we have is our story.  
 
This story that will be left on a shelf, for whoever to find, not plastered for money, just out there in the abyss like everything else in this universe.  
 
That's all I am dust and that's all I'll ever be, part of the infinity.  
 
The most special gift of all, to write, to breathe.  
 
To educate further generations, to amaze, shock and show how yes I fucked up alot, wrote alot, writers block, abused, mocked, fell in love, arguments, fights, museums, flights.
 
It don't have to be one way, so take the high road, the low road, whatever road.  
 
I'm off the rails and I'm a choo choo train, jump aboard lets go fucking insane!  
 
Feel free to breathe the winds, feel the sky's, see the sun rise.