Wind laughs low tonight
Flays skin to the blood marrow
Keep listening, smile

i have perfected
the art of acting

now my audience
is absent

i'm alone
with my reflection

it stares at me
with empty eyes

it leaves me
with no direction

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A cry for the little young ones
Born in the world without care
Hopes dashed the moment the set foot out
It's so cold out there with no one to comfort them
Nor catapult them into the sky above
RIP to the dreams they once had

Those dreams lay restless in pieces
Tormenting their inner peace with what could have been
It's a constant cycle, their vision clouded by nightmares
Who's out there to shine bright
Be a lighthouse that guides those who stray

This world ain't just for those young ones
It drags them down reducing them to lowly creatures
Be without care of another and another
Another mother without a son or daughter
Why can't we engender love for the human race
Loyalty, honour and respect is all that is needed
Yet we go the wrong way attaining it

We can't let them down now
Their glory rests on our shoulder
We just can't stay enclosed
Unwrap the shackles
The future stars shine brighter
Keep our gaze on the horizon
Never look down
Now is the time for the young soul to be exalted

We try to put two and two together
To make four
But someone's four isn't our four.
What's four to you isn't four to me.
Oh, what a peculiar tragedy.

This is why hearts are broken.
Why art comes in many tokens.
Why society and technology flourish
How every war in existence is nourished.

People.
Do.
Not.
Inhabit.
The.
Same.
Reality.

When I almost reached home, I took some water from the ocean. It is as blue as the morning sky.
I passed the market, and bought
you a cup. It is as brownish as the earth I used to plough.
Then I put my best clothes, made of old rags. Sewed by my old lady.
And i walked over the plants, picked a blooming daffodil.
I did not have it wrapped, nor any ribbon to cover it up.
I ran to your garden, faster andfaster till I caught my breath.
I saw you standing there, in your garden of Eden, with a man holding your white hand.
He got roses. Red and white and pink and blue.
He got a sparkling bottle and a beautifully crafted wooden basket.
I just stood there, watching you. Watching him. Watching me.
I poured the blue water to the ground. Left the cup above the earth and the dirts.
Ripped my clothes into pieces of rags.
And i ran, as fast as the wind.
Heading to the ocean.