To whisk away the morning light,
a senseless waste of time.
A stolen thought of yesterday,
to life the joyous crime.
While waiting for the hands to pass,
you'll find not much has changed.
Except the thoughts inside your head
have slowly rearranged...

The start of something great
dwells within the mind,
to force out negativity
only speaking words of kind.

The start of something great
can never have its end,
for when creativity dies
so too does pretend.

The start of something great
an entity in its own,
treading down the winding road
your feet and path alone.

The start of something great
it lingers in the air,
for when ideas are made come true
the treasures we all share!

I came upon the mark today,
and thus I passed it by.
I do not wish to linger here,
no, i would rather fly.
So on my way i ventured forth,
a smile on my face.
I've traveled down this road before,
but have never seen this place...!
-KLM

http://alternativestatesofmind.blogspot.com/

I do not lift these heavy hands,
To thrash upon the earth
I do not speak with ill intent
To devalue any worth
I do not know what lies beyond
To keep the truths alive
I do not think that I shall fail
To reach for all I strive.
I do not try by any means
To be in full control
I do not live, to take not give,
To pass up on this role!