Always... Always, the contradiction with you. Why is that? Both ugly and beautiful, And so very human. Creating art one moment, then burning it the next. Fighting wars to forget what for.
What is the point?

Raised in wealth or in the slums. Both born on earth, but two from two separate worlds.
If you have the means dropping a grand for a one year olds handbag, is good training for an early fashion sense.
While out there, kids starve, who have never had even a drop of clean water.
And which do you think is blown up for the cover of your favorite magazine?
But it's all good. Fill your house with pretty things. As long as you don't have to wittiness the deforestation.
Pumping the earth dry of its resources to use without conservation.
Using animals to test the latest hair treatment without reservation.
It seems... It seems so meaningless.

That we can waste our cash on such petty things, diet pills and diamond rings.
That some will never learn to read, because another's deluded belief in a high power.
But we won't have to pay, not yet
But someday someone will.
Future generation would condemn us.
That we can have the capacity to love so deeply and to **** so needlessly.

Born to die,
in a world of contradictions.

The universe is ever expanding onward,
Into the nothingness of space an abyss.
As a child I dreamt of the stars beyond,
Even now I often look up and reminisce.

Once I hoped to learn of everything,
Now I know it can never be, fast it flings,
It will never slow enough for me to grasp.

Someday the celestial lights from which,
Our atoms sprung will blink of of existence.
Something as permanent as the sun will fade.
Nothing lasts when change is the only constant.

Near the river the sun shines softly,
Air is crisp and birds are flocking.
South they fly to warmer days,
And blue skies and summer haze.
Yellow, orange, red, and brown,
Leafs leap gently to the ground.
Branches wave longingly goodbye.

Under the trees snow faintly falls
Breath is seen and all time lulls.
Slowly, swirling, round it goes,
The cold air that burns my nose,
Traces down my spine as a shiver,
Near frosted trees and a frozen river.
Silence sits with me amongst the frost.