I love many, many don't know.
I sit by the creek, sometimes all alone.
Reading thoughts of the passers by.
Shooting warmth between their eyes.

Tricked into war, tricked into politics.
This whole scheme; a consequence.
Betrayed, broken and bruised.
A jealousy that has never been used.

Figure of speech, destined to be acquitted.
Unraveling cords, unlikely to be submitted.
The simple trick of tying a knot.
A lesson soon, likely forgot.

Unity in numbers, mostly not me.
Divided we are, united standing tall.
Reaching for the stars, afraid to fall.
Courage is a aftermath, afterall.

Like a yo-yo bouncing around.
The dreams in my sleep are renowned.
Only tossing and turning can churn them out.
The mundane day is what life is all about.

Forget and forgive.
Ride the little creek.
Don't be afraid, you silly meek.
Explore destiny and be a freak.
Live life rich as a sheik.