And expression, oh expression
The truth, the lie
From my pen flutter, in cathartic flourish.
These thoughts trapped you might release
These bounded philosophies, between
The unbreakable wall of my skull
Set free, through the tendons of my hand
Unto the pressed, pulped tree.
Humanity, caged, has but one freedom
Infinite, boundless, mind surpassing matter
The words, in stream, resolving truths
Dissolving lies, fantasy and reality in one.
Those who express, know its true value
To nurture empathy, sharing the journeys of others.
The future is neither bleak nor hopeful
Like the cosmos, it is an unwritten page
For our minds and imaginations to jot
And scrawl, and pen, and scribe, and articulate
And write, and write, and write!

Dawn of change
It is always so
Endless dusks and tides
Breaking against star-foam.
The law of all-things
We long to forget
Is that everything passes
Time devours all
And humble humanity
Tiny upon the floating rock
Is no different
To the dust and gas
Of deep space.
We may quail
At our transient destiny
We may shudder
At our fleeting fate
We may lament
Our lack of infinity
But to do so would be
To stain the sacred present
And forget the true nature
Of you, of us, of her, of me.