Lit Up the World!

I urge everytime I wake up to have something to lit up my world.
There are only twisted things which keep twirled.
I see a piece of paper try to read it and want something special for me.
I do nothing, only keep hoping as it is a spree.

I see a pen and write something in my brain.
I am shaking as I am travelling on a train.
I see a book and want to be a part of the world inside.
I can only hope and say I have always tried.

Looking at the sky I feel no shy to find a star or two.
Looking at the true, feeling I am free, woody scent goes through.
Wind becomes a smooth breeze, all my worries just freeze.
I stop and look up, I walk and look down, I am standing alone in the town.

I look my right and look my left, look with a smile.
I look here and there, always fight not to rile.
I take a long breath, I take it all in to close my eyes with peace.
Knowing there nothing to spare, I gather happy memories.

To lit up my world, I crawl to mother nature,
I live only to dare, no more outstanding feature.
I lit up my world from the very core of its origin.
I give the life and it gives back, that’s the only spin.