All I want to do is write, write, write.
But I don't know what to write about.
Emotions, like love? Fear? Happiness?
Or nature like clouds and trees?

As I keep writting, things come to mind.
Like why do I keep this **** routine.
Like why do I feel like this inside.
Like why can't I seem to find any love.

Its hard to think what life would be like.
That carefree feeling, without worry.
Its hard to think what life would be like,
If the world was happy, peacefulness.

Why do I keep writing? No one cares.
If I don't try, then this will be true.
They will only care if you make them.
Its how the world works today, sad right?

The longer I write,
The better the sight.
The longer I write,
The brighter the light.
The more you read,
The bigger the seed.
That will grow into whatever you want it to be.

Air, Earth, Fire, Water.
The four elementals of this world.
The major causes of natural disaster.
With the spirits of time and space twirled.
The fate of life is in their hands.
Dancing with the waves of the ocean.
Swirling and crashing on the sands.
Connecting, feeling that emotion.
This planet is a living thing.
Bringing to life what once was dead.
From the solar eclipse and it's diamond ring.
To the eclipse of the moon, blood red.
We all know of this energy.
But don't attribute it to love.
The holy trinity, or to divinity.
But to ourselves, like we're above.
We are all one in the same.
Like the reality of our dimensions.
We're all playing this confusing game.
Lured by our ancestors inventions.
Soon humanity will see.
That we cannot ignore our caregiver.
This planet and all that it can be.
For love and life it does deliver.
One day we will treat each other equal.
Brothers and sisters under the sun.
You only live once, there's no sequal.
In the end we'll realize we've already won.