‘Be Bold’
I was the sort of human being
Who would come across magic on the bottom,
As if The key to real joy
was a little something left lying close to.
I’d pull it away from library textbooks
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
from the air in advance of a storm.
When you’re wary peace to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I found in library textbooks
was the odor of moths and dirt.
And despite my every single promise
that every rainbow retains something gold.
That not a soul born in background
as ever been tranquil Daring.
Until I explained to them as a result of my kiss smile
that believing is The true secret.
You can't change how the planet seems
right until you modify how folks see.
ANGELA
1967-