Refugee

To follow your bliss 
You don’t have to trudge to distant lands;
No matter what you do, 
It’s fighting for its’ life to find you.

But you do need to learn 
That it’s not chasing fun,
It’s not escaping a hard life,
Expecting bonfires of constant delight.

Bliss knows happiness is fleeting and lovely 
Like when the sun hits you
But then it’s gone,
And once more you’re left just cold on a beach.

Your bliss is not an impractical pursuit,
It’s just misunderstood; 
It’s not for dreamers who refuse to see how things are
Or for those who won’t stand on their own.

Don’t you know you must commit fiercely to what you know to be true
In the face of every unknown terror? 
Only then, neither logic nor loyalty
Can take it away.

And if you’ve turned from it and left its’ small body to die on another shore, 
You’ve forgotten what it feels like 
When one humble act of generosity
Or thousands of strangers in a foreign land

Lift and carry you wet and exhausted,
Further than you’ve ever known;
When you end up where you didn’t plan to go,
With no words and an impossible heart

If you will please show up, 
If you just show up in spite of your fear,
Someday,
Bliss will follow you.