With this thing called Poetry
Comes a great responsibility

I can't just selfishly go directly to sleep
With words locked in my head to keep

I would rather extend my reach
To someone that is truly in need
And feel and believe with each
And every word my finger's bleed

That whomever graces them with their eyes
Shall be filled with elation when they realize

That each word is like a different person's hand
Just like a microscopic cosmic tiny grain of sand

And the universe just like us humans on earth
Is a perfect curse right from it's beautiful birth

Blessed with life to lose and that need to share
Then you have to choose, live the truth or dare
Chase your wildest dreams, or scary nightmare
Or find someone who seems as though they care

Just accept right now as you read, that we all are alone
And that nothing will matter to you when it's all done
We all yearn for answers amongst the great unknown
Until we learn that we're actually all just perfectly one