Judgment

     I can hear your voice in the whispers of silence, you are the pulsating memory that reminds us, when life offers change, we should not struggle and fuss. 

     To live for love and not lust, to move forward is a must, we have to keep moving or we will rust. Just because we wander does not mean we are lost. 

     I feel your concerns in the falling rain, fear that my freedom is a sign I'm insane, I am liberated, there is nothing wrong with my brain. Because I have changed my name and I do not reframe, it is your fear of difference, that I am not the same. 

     For in the face of change I will remain a constant reminder of freedoms stain. And although it is not for fame, and you may see it as a pain, I hope your love for me will remain the same.

    I taste your judgment in the tears of a child, because your lifes ambition you have filed, your perception of mine is wild. For although my style is not mild, I did not mean to have you riled, for although your experiences are differently piled, for me my life has me beguiled, and with my eyes I have smiled.

    But I see your admiration with the rising Sun, for you wish you could live a life of fun, but circumstances have got you stunned. 

    With your feet you retreat you begin to run, for things unknown you ignorantly shun, in the sunrise of your eyes I see you admire what I've done, you may feel your life is ending, mine has just begun.