I am a fish in the San Francisco Bay
Swimming in and out of the door of opportunity
Moving towards a faint light in the darkness
Am I as sharp as the edge of a broken glass
Burning as bright as the yellow disc in the sky
The questions I used to ask myself?
I used to be as certain as the ending of a mystery book
Aimlessly walking through the well-known fog
Wondering if the world would ever become clear
But now I am a voice cutting through the noise
A soft blanket of hope to warm the despaired
The needle in the haystack of the misunderstood
I’m glad I am a red rose being watered with knowledge
A crystal door that opens with a friendly knock
A butterfly that flies into the hearts of the lonely
I’m glad I’m not the bull’s eye of the shadowed ones
The ones who wear cloaks sewn with the threads of fear
A target of theirs I shall be no longer
You are a dandelion where the wind whistles fiercely
The half used eraser that has been lost and replaced
A person of my past but stuck in my future
I am certain I can be the one who helps you touch the stars
The one who shows you the blue in between the clouds.
I am the one for you, for you were the one for me.