I, who art thou,
time without knowing,
life without purpose,
direction without a goal,
rain without moisture;
A God without worshipers,
a temple without stone,
to survive without life,
is a purpose without fact;
I am a moment in time,
looking for a place to see;
Looking at a sunset as if,
it could never be;
Unless it was meant for me,
or reserved for a death to be;
Humanity; The pride of dying within
Sight; A form of blindness
Speech; A mute response
Acceptance; The hatred we condone;
Humanity; Where will acceptance begin,
will it linger with me till times ends;
Or will it end with each memory of pain,
The pain of ignorance called prejudice.