Some people are living poetry
contributing to the creation of tomorrow
Others are the actors in life's play
where all endings are predestined
Then there is those few
who create life with words
Yet they are all tied together
with dreams, hatreds, fears, and love.
I look upon a field frozen in time
littered with technology of all different kinds
Where videos are their dreams
and a television their stage
I hear the fading footsteps
of a lost an active age
With lust replacing love
where fear turns the page.
Look not for a solution
that sits by the door
For you are the artist
drawing daylight with your mind
Each scratch of the pencil
can be a creation divine
A little of the gift of God
may then be given back
Creating a world in the mind of Man
upon forgiveness back.
So listen to your feelings
smell roses where there are none
Make movies in your mind
participating just for fun
For we are what life is about
and suicide is not the way
For then you will miss tomorrow
never seeing the wonders of that day.