More Than Exuberance
The silver lining never left, we just stopped looking.
More Than Exuberance
Where is my joy
Is it far or near
Where is my sorrow
Has it left or is it still here
The knowledge I carry
Is greater than last
The wonder in me
Is a net that's been cast
Such wisdom I hold
Has no means for fools
Nor purveyors of knowledge
As it's a pure tool
Closer than we know
Things that we writ
To forgive is to cherish
Let go to forget
I'm moving on forward
Though I didn't know
My memory was weak
You always did glow
I relish your merit
I honor your might
There's still luminescance
In the darkest of night
On so we carry
Moving past hills
I'll see you tomorrow
You carry me still
More Than Exuberance
About the Creator
Zen Attraction
Small town boy living in a gnarly city. Not hopeless but a bit of a romantic both in relationships and life. Through my writing I make it a personal mission to recreate a world for those few who still want to enjoy life's simple pleasures.
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