Fair Flying

I wish you many things, my dove- bright and brave things, like love or cool things, like ice beneath warm fingers, so nice or gifts upon gifts, in troves where do they come from? no one knows but this Christmas eve, I hope you receive the bright and brave truth, of many-a-youth: I love you, I do.

School's out for Christmas and I couldn't be happier, hello, my dear you're looking quite dapper in all of this chaos I'm still hanging on to your hugs and with you this Christmas I am feeling your love. I know we'll be good for Santa's coming 'round the bend We know we'll be good Christmas doesn't have to end if you lift up your heart to the sky and you sing, the angels will too and the church bells will ring for all of the things you have in your heart this Christmas, will start. We're home for Christmas and I couldn't be gladder, although this year's been one of the madder through all of this joy we'll be in it together, just pull me in close with the sleeves of your sweater. I know we'll be great if we're just hand in hand We know we are great through it all we will stand if you lift up your heart to the sky and you sing, the angels will too and the church bells will ring and all of the things you...

If you are someone who many people look up to, look upon life in a way that you would want someone else to. There is no denying we live in a world that can be as cruel as the demons that reside beneath it, but there is nothing worse than letting that negativity engulf you. There is nothing worse than letting it eat away at everything you are. There is nothing worse than letting it consume you, and dragging everyone you love down with you. I cannot say that I'm not a cynic sometimes, because that would be a lie. I can clarify, however, that I don't enjoy being cynical or pessimistic, because it's not the way anyone should think. Sure, there are a lot of things we go through in our lives that leave us feeling defeated, hopeless. Unfortunately, there probably always will be. But there is so much more for us to be thankful for, for us to revel in and share with others. There are things in this world that are bad, and there are things in this world that are ...

It's dreary here, where comfort bears no place in my mind It's fickle fear that puts us here wherever we are this time And it hurts like hell, knowing I cannot tell the difference of lye and lime But I imagine then the perfect plan to configure new ancient rhyme... And it is said when we go to bed, in the morn we'll feel sublime But it is not Sublimity I want; It is the vastness of time.. I know it's strange and I know I'm deranged, but sometimes I'd like to rewind.

And when the party's done and I've had my fun what will be left to hide? A snicker here, a chuckle there and all that is left is to reside among measures of mischief tapered to themselves, starry street lamps falling over wooden shelves, And somewhere there is a barren wasteland of dreams where everything seems to take heed from its wake and suffer horrific fate in the cerebral cellar where it only puts itself at stake.

It is sour in my mouth to say that there is an end to everything and anything, but all things turn to ash and like summer, fade away  in the most cruel way that we least expect despite the vicious cycle. When long summer days turn into strong winter nights, I am taken aback by anything and everything, for there is a certain escapade I want to approach with some bit of dignity that I have left, but I cannot; for everything comes to an end, everything has a vice, everything has an end. Eternity is a long time to complain about things we barely understand, and I suppose it's had to be this way over and over and over again.

If offered the chance to go back, would you? If given something for all that you lack, could you? If Heaven split open and allowed a re-do, a re-run, a flashback in time, another cycle un-spun, would you? If thrown a bone of time untold, would you take it? To create the coils of new and old, could you make it? Of all the glamour you carry with you, is any of it certain to begin to renew you? There are many bits of time in my life I would try to subdue or re-do if I could, but I don't think  I would change one thing... Would you?