Tomorrow comes too often,

Even if there is sentimental value.Folks choose to see what they want to see.Especially if that means,Someone else has to pay for it!

On hills with slopes overlooking streams.Nothing in the World appeared mean back then.Or did folks with bad thoughtsWith worse on their minds,Complain or whine,Backstab then wine and dine their neighborsFamily and friends.Again, back then.By our mid-teens the life that held dreams,We lived to createThose scenes to forever lay within them insatiated!Believing lives with no fear…

That sits on a track,Linked to a steam engine!And waiting for the conductor to announce,When their journey will begin.I am certainly no one they will regard,As someone they will respect as qualified…To tell them,The ‘trip’ they await…Is as outdated as their purpose!And I am not the one who will gain their attention…That will interrupt their…

No one sees as camougflaged.Nick picking pieces of it to bits.Exposing peeks of it to a past…As chips of plasterFell from where it hung real fast.A tension hidden had heated again.Something unmentioned was beginning to win.Indecision and conflict,Was rushed back in.Aborting all the grand plans had.Leaving renovations premature…To sit abandoned,Next to faith and hope trashed!Preferring…

For a self inflicted suffering…That comes to them without end.Insecurities unconfessed,Now has them forced to address…An idealistic way of life,That sets the spotlight uponSuch a disturbing mess.Yes!Truth like this is difficult to erase.When greed has been one’s feeding.And greasy fat hands appear…With mud smeared on one’s deceiving face.Of course the blame for this will be…

And why it exists?Take one step away from your doorstep.And ask yourself this…Is your environment exclusively lived?Does your comfort zone condone a mix?And if it does…Why would a question in your mind persist?If your neighborhood, family and friends…Do not warrant it!Unless you’re one of ‘those’Wearing rose colored glasses.