funny how a childhood game can be so insiteful,
so full of irony and shadows,
teaching a young version of us,
words borne from ignorance lead to gallows,
but many didnt listen,
many couldnt see,
that what's just a game to them,
is reality to me.

society: be different!
me: okay! walks outside
society: whispers freak

What will happen when I die?
Will random people stop and cry?

I wonder what my friends will say
On my glorious parting day

Will I get flowers, and a stone with my name,
And put in a field of gray flowers
That all look the same?

Will they say I made an impact
before death came to take me back?

Will they day I did my part,
with my pen and page, and dusty heart?

I hope when I die, I'm satisfied
And with my last breath can say I tried

When my body meets the dark patient ground,
I hope I sleep eternally, safe and sound

The world is filled with trouble as those who cling to the past gasp at the dying of some old ways. Knowledge increases and new things are imagined everyday. Some want to go backwards and take us with them, while others create the future and seek to better the world. Two arguments are being made, but only one can win out. All things that are past cannot be forgotten, but they will not stop progress. Tomorrow will arrive and become today. New ideas will flourish and amazing things will come to pass. Those who refuse to change will be left behind as the rest of us move forward and see what tomorrow brings.