taking my world back

                                                 this song doesnt have much to do with the blog
                                                itd fit well:)
these past years have swept by like nascars on the track, fast, unrelenting, sweet in victory, bitter in defeat, but no matter what, no matter how fast your going, what happens, you cant stop, or you get smashed into at a hundred an ten but some other person who cant stop either, but you cant slow down. today i was riding home after band camp, all pumped up by the songs we were playing and our progress and what we could achieve, but as we were riding home i looked out the window, and my phsyched out mentality died with each blink spent staring out the window watchhing the sun slowly but surely settle down creating a bronze glow slipping through the trees with a bright green luster accenting the glow, watching the corn stiffly dance with the wind in a duet so sophisticatedly simple yet wonderously beautiful that the green from the corn seemed to flow out of the plant and linger about the air in such violent grace. something that always amazes me is grass, so feeble and weak to the touch, but it can last through storms as powerful as tornadoes and hurricanes, while most people are cowering under their bedsheeets praying that the storm will pass, but the grass and other natures are toughing it out, it reminds me that life can be tough as steel yet as soft as lamb fur, strength in the weak, it takes me back through the last few years when i truly discovered the world in a whole new eye, i was getting prepared to write my first middle school essay, we were going to write a paper about our favorite place, and i chose to write about one of my all time number one child memory, the trails of rifle falls state park in the middle of the rocky mountains, one of the highest places in america, where birds fly almost ground level just so they can get the air they need, but while writing this paper i really discovered what the world is, its ours, its what we make it, and im taking back what mine used to be, back when i was real with the world, back when i was zen with everything, back when i knew what i needed to know, but as i grew i learned more and more, changing along with the world, my pattern shifting like a fault line in the earth in an earth quake. i found that life is a delicate bomb, soft steel, a contradiction, a simple maze, a wonderful tragedy, its one thing that it isnt the next moment, a beautiful unfolding one minute, and then a tragedy closing the curtains in the next set, the world is ours, its what we make it, and im making it mine, what will you make it?