Across the dimly lit sky,
I see the evening birds fly.
Into a world of my own,
my thoughts form a quilt I have sewn.
In it’s deep folds I hide myself,
away from the world I find myself.
In the teardrop formed in your eye,
I see the beauty that composes the sky.
A perfect circle expands and contracts,
allowing more light, if darkness lacks.
In this hollow filled life,
we look for beauty in strife.
Seeing no answers and feeling only pain.
We begin to think we exist in vain.
The thing we all seem to miss,
is that pain separates our bliss.
Without one, we cannot feel t’other.
Without a father, we cannot have a mother.
It takes two, to multiply one,
and sadness to understand fun.
Life is about the light and the dark,
A test it may seem, from beginning to start.
This test, although internally,
affects and manipulates the world we see.
What starts must come to an end,
and what is born must expend,
emotions, words, silence, and thought,
all of the things that can never be bought.
Don’t you see how pointless money is?
When all you live for is to spend spend spend?
You are living a race, but
there is no first place.