To new beginnings

That, without real conversations
Is like a bird with fake feathers
Is like a ballet without the music
That, without true opinions
Is like a bee that forgot to hum
Is like a tranquil lake with a pail of blue ink
That, without buzzing emotions
Is like a wooden tree with plastic leaves
Is like the sky without its sparkling stars

That, without a semblance of love,
Is that worth reaching for?
That, which brings not happy tears,
Is that a memory worth holding on to?
That, which does not linger and permeate,
Where does that belong?
That, without a winding plot
Is that a story at all?

Where every day opens the mind a tad more
Where every night pats your back with a 'Bravo'
Tis that morrow that beckons us all
Tis that dream that we want to live
Wear your heart on your sleeve,
For, that's the only way to live!