It’s almost that time of the year again. I have no qualms or worry so far. But is it good? has life been so kind or have I walked blindfolded? I’ve been lazying around not pulling my weight enough for what I am capable of. I was not running the whole yard and dazzled the people. Sure, I’m doing well. But hell, I can do so much more. I probably want something but not really know what I want or too terrified to give my all and be let down. I should figure this out soon.
Please. The word was whispered in trepidation.
A stark plea consorting an unguarded heart.
A prayer filled with hope, innocence, and courage.
An essence of who we are lay to bare.
Your warmth is a layer of heat
that caught me like butterfly in safety net
Yes, spiritual crafts humanity
but it also put more to death
In constant re-invension, we run
making full circle, sadly, blindly
Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Science without humanity
Knowledge without character
Politics without principle
Commerce without morality
Worship without sacrifice
Just one thing, remember me. If you remember,
then I don’t care if everyone else forgets
and I can deal with fading into sunrays
or being part of your dissolving dream.
