The Idea

I broke my crown while kissing little flowers
I floated up the stairs and fell through the tower

You drew the sparkle back into my eyes
With your colored pencil
Tracing the years of my hunger like a
Plastic stencil

I'm still enchanted
You're still implanted in me
I'm still enchanted

The clouds carressed my sky and smoke
Dried my tears up
My viens are sweetly singing while
Blood drains from my cup

I blink my eyes and I am so
So enchanted
There's so much beauty that we take for granted

I'm still enchanted
You're still implanted in me
I'm still enchanted

--Enchanted by Katy Rose

 I feel that as we grow older we loose a bit of ourselves. Jaded by society, traumatic events, or just life in general. I want to be able to see things from a different perspective than the standard cynicism that rules most peoples lives. I want to see beauty in small things and find happiness in each day. That is my goal and my quest. I want to do this for myself, to find a better bond with my daily life. No more auto pilot.