In the junkyard of life
What do you see?
What do your eyes focus on?
Do you see the rusted forgotten?
Do you feel the presence of greatness?
Or all you recognize is the trash and weeds blowing about the ground
In life there are many relics
Glimpses of the past; present now
Are you willing to buff and clean to find its potential or do you ignore it's beauty?
Can you look past the decay?
To bring it back again with touches of love and grace
Every junkyard hides a treasure
Something forgotten, Something lost, Something discarded
But to look beyond can be the greatest sensation, the greatest belief
Reaching beyond the obvious
Seeking a different kind of richness
Can turn up the ultimate vision, the ultimate recognition, the ultimate declaration
I am here waiting to be discovered in your own junkyard of dreams.