I am talking to you. Yes you over there Looking at me with a glare Watching me, your eyes on my every move So close you seem, yet so far you feel Trying to figure me out Did I meet your expectations?
You mind working so hard I can feel it, your brain… Analyzing, thinking, “who are you, what are you?” Sad, happy, maybe both I am complex I know I can’t figure me out too Perhaps an illusion you think Maybe not perfection but, I am real So you stare, Your mind blank now, I know I have been there
I walk away and so do you Coming back, I find you there Were you waiting for me? But I saw you leave…. A reckoning, we both smile It’s not all that bad We have been here before So glad we made it through, with a touch from He above We will survive the next day too For today, all is well Heaven in control
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt