We don’t sing the same song,
We don’t fight the same fights,
We are Individuals,
No 2 of us alike,
No thinking as another,
For our likes and dislikes.
The Future?
Will it be bright?
The Human Enigma,
Psychological fright,
Mysterious insight,
Forever at fight,
We Are Individuals,
And as such,
We have certain rights,
But be careful, don’t come close
Because most of the time we bite!
The elated and mystified Crowds can read you,But never, never exceed you in your feelings,Because your words possess and are your feelings,Your words are your Life’s goal,Your words tell you, you are not alone,Your words, after all, are your Soul.
An artistic vision,Appears,SpontaneousAnd so dearWithout evenKnowing,What conditionsSynapse,What impulsesConnect,Push, extractThe essential essence,That createsThe work of art.
He endlessly lied,The Country defied,Democracy died,At his station,Seeming oblivious to promises made,He was totally unable,To carry Truth and make stable,Any part of the Nation.
Maybe you’ll come to your senses,It’s of you, World that I talk.
Someone’s face,Are there lovesSo impossibly wrong,That they canOnly be,Painfully sungBy some sad song?
Are we too close or much too far,Do we over analyze,Our thoughts, our desires,Our trembling hearts,That catch on fire?Do we ever fully appreciate,Love, that’s not desire?Are the answers in the Wind,Or in Life’s changing attire?Does our curiosity ever expire?Or are we like hungry children,Always looking for answers thru,Gates that are tightly wired?
