It welcomes me like an old friend
There are no lights nor people
All I have are my thoughts
I'm not scared but I feel myself drifting away
I think about Paris and the lessons learned
When I knew how to cope and mend a situation with the pad and a pen
Life was simpler then
But that's not what matters
Because if there was one thing I learned when I did that time in Paris
I learned to 'Shake the Dust'
Just like that
With a phrase so simple and short
In the darkness that surrounds me
I see a hint of light
That spark is all I need
The spark.
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling this. I think I'm in need of the spark myself. I didn't even show 'Shake the Dust' this year. What the hell? What am I even teaching these kids?
I guess the point is to give them the spark. It's not everything. It's just the beginning.
I'm glad you found it and are still trying to hang on to it.