It may come in on a mild warm wind ,if your listening for a message I want to send
  Will you receive the happy & meager smile or be brought into a view of pain
a mind can play endless tricks of passion or glory,playing equal part when given consent
Living to perfection or appeasing hearts not our own,leaves an open gap without ever seeing a gain.

  Life as a  message or is it just for us,we go about the day,wonder on our way
  A simple grain or profound & prolific,was it meant to be something or just to pass time
Starts with a breath a sudden flush & rush of life giving blood,it all begins an a clock that gets to stop whenever it sees fit
  Making a way, some very restless others always stay,others stand by & only kneel & pray
A simple manner or a special appeal ,playing simple or with with great zeal
forever continuing in a wondrous path laughing under the covers never feeling anyone's wrath


  Do we send a message now as we live & interact to make us easier to recognize in another's memory
  Write it all down in a hidden diary ,showing one side to the world but another in the mirror
Will the flash back in their mind be real,bland or beige or possibly  complimentary
One day to thousands then the presence builds , lasting past or just a blink & an error? Rick