Maybe some of us are meant to wander
To taste the sunlight and walk with bare feet and passionate hearts
Maybe some of us are meant to see life differently
To see light
Fractals of time
Moments of clarity
Maybe some of us are meant to be outcasts
Loners
The black sheep
Or even perpetually misunderstood
Maybe there’s some of us who love fast and forgive quickly
Who always have open arms
Waiting with an embrace
A hand on your heart
A kiss
And eyes that say
I see you
Maybe there’s some of us who crave the moonlight
Who cry over mountains
And pray with the sunrise
Maybe there’s some of us who live for the top down kind of moments
The bathing suit and cutoffs
Crazy hair
And bronzed shoulder days
Maybe there’s some of us who love soul deep
Who feel your energy
Who exhale in your arms
And never need much but you
Maybe there’s some of us who still make dandelion crowns
Who stop to talk to strangers
And sit with the homeless
Maybe there’s some of us who believe in the good
Triumphing over hate
In integrity
Honesty
And in people actually becoming their best selves
Maybe there’s some of us that get lost on purpose
That seek out the path less traveled
That make up their own rules
Or live by none at all
Maybe there’s some of us
Who’d rather take chances
Than only wish we did
Who trust ourselves
Our hearts
And follow them like our own North Star
Maybe some of us do exist
Maybe it’s not such a dream after all.
~ Kate Rose ~
