It's a fresh start
When all things shine
The way
You thought they'd
Be

But most
Everything
Isn't
The way
You thought
They'd
Be

Make do
Adapt
Life is
As it is
From the bad
And the
Good choices
You've made.

Throw passion in there
And see
What kind of maelstrom
You
Create.

I've attended no
Meetings,
No press junkets,
No glamour parties,
No welcome farewell's,
Yet I've seen the faces of victors and
Loser's and they all
Seem
To say the same thing:

It's not enough.

What isn't?

This life.

This life
Isn't enough.

The crowd
Goes
Silent.

The mob
Grows
Tranquil.

The masses
Shift in shape into a
Congenial blob.

What do you mean

This life

Isn't the best
That

IT

Can be?

If the land were to give an answer it would say:
It is forever eroding to something better.

If the sea were to give a response it would whisper:
It's tide is forever cycling for something better.

If the wind were forced say something it would shrug:
When I will, I will and you will of course feel it.

If this life
Were not enough
There would be
No

Hope

For something better -

For you - for I - for her - for him - for everyone.

It is a strange fact
That we forget ourselves subconsciously
Thinking of all selves

Consciously.

Advancement.
Progression.
Betterment.

Thou­gh we see these things as personal gain, we must

Remember

That every small feat for human kind in our small time,
Dually affected by our travesties and faults in our small time,
Affect said future, either crippling their thoughts in hate or

Allowing their thoughts to flourish

In freedom.

Every cloud in the sky
Appears
From nothing.

Yet it is there.

I've seen wind pass through the leaves of tree,
Like ghosts fingers through a child's hair.
I see it - the physical passing - and I admire the invisible
Touching and transcending the physical.

I am no closer to anything
Then the one
Sitting next to me but,

I know something is missing.

Something is amiss.

We are too connected to believe that the grass on the other side
Is greener.

So we are affronted with the fact that there is no great trail
That leads to ultimate happiness;
There is no great land that leads to salvation;
And as the great HST stated: the false belief that someone greater
Is attending the light at the end of the tunnel.

Let us be our own saviors.

Let us be our own light.

Let us be us with the trials and tribulations of the past but not affecting our said goals with injustice or prejudice or hate, but with unity.

Unity.