STORY ROAD By Jasen Sousa
STORY ROAD
Follow me down story road,
down a trail of scripture steps.
Be energized by exploding emotions,
pages are turned by blown breaths.
Follow me down story road,
where lampposts are sculpted as pens,
their tips shine bright.
Rivers, lakes, and oceans flow with blue and black ink,
find dreams inside streams, call it a sea of life.
Follow me down story road,
where pavement is made out of paper with blank lines.
An empty road of empty space,
unformed thoughts wait to be created
by imaginative minds.
Follow me down story road,
where trees have autumn letters as leaves.
Authors write stories by grabbing them like apples,
bright and shiny B’s, D’s, E’s, G’s, V’s, T’s and Z’s.
Follow me down story road,
where images of great writers are painted on walls,
and you can hear their stories being told
every time the wind squalls.
Follow me down story road,
where buildings are built like books,
and what ideas live inside
are not judged by their looks.
Follow me down story road,
look up towards the sky and see birds soar.
Words are written on the wings of broken hearts,
pure words that cure.
Follow me down story road,
where sidewalks are scribbled with sentences.
Read inspiring quotes
painted on natural fences.
Follow me down story road,
where everything is written in bold.
Follow me down story road,
and take a journey down a street
that tells one of the greatest stories ever told.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©
Follow me down story road,
down a trail of scripture steps.
Be energized by exploding emotions,
pages are turned by blown breaths.
Follow me down story road,
where lampposts are sculpted as pens,
their tips shine bright.
Rivers, lakes, and oceans flow with blue and black ink,
find dreams inside streams, call it a sea of life.
Follow me down story road,
where pavement is made out of paper with blank lines.
An empty road of empty space,
unformed thoughts wait to be created
by imaginative minds.
Follow me down story road,
where trees have autumn letters as leaves.
Authors write stories by grabbing them like apples,
bright and shiny B’s, D’s, E’s, G’s, V’s, T’s and Z’s.
Follow me down story road,
where images of great writers are painted on walls,
and you can hear their stories being told
every time the wind squalls.
Follow me down story road,
where buildings are built like books,
and what ideas live inside
are not judged by their looks.
Follow me down story road,
look up towards the sky and see birds soar.
Words are written on the wings of broken hearts,
pure words that cure.
Follow me down story road,
where sidewalks are scribbled with sentences.
Read inspiring quotes
painted on natural fences.
Follow me down story road,
where everything is written in bold.
Follow me down story road,
and take a journey down a street
that tells one of the greatest stories ever told.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©