The Awakening

What do you think the flower would say to this world

When its wilting to its last leaf

"This world was never to my expectations anyway"

How such beauty fades as soon as it exists

A creation emerging into physical presence

Eventually turns to dust and returns to this ground we walk on







What anguish would you feel

If you were to place fingertips upon a matter

The burning sensation that manifests under contact

Such throbbing remorse that dwells for mankind

Solemn, but silent. I stand smiling.





How can you know which way to be

At such mockery the hourglass teases

When all comfort of those trusted

Follow closely to the footsteps out the door

Define this feeling of lonely





Vast seas churn violently

Screaming out the truth many people do not hear

Such deafness, a gift noone should be proud to have

Children growing up into children

Whos words and actions destruct



How can you celebrate pride

That emits from those who use it wrongly

Lies upon lies of default dreams we yearn for

Built by the hands of our ancestor

Such guilt that hides behind every heart



I have so much more to give

My heart, my soul, this container of my being

Heave all troubles upon me

Allow time for these hands to mend what's been torn

A plea, the value for this lifetime

I shall not go until my work has been done



Distance cries that wash away in tides of ignorance

Outstretched, and in desperation

How does one express the importance of another

When shall the time come for them to turn around

Reunite, be together through the eye of storms



What can our ears listen to

If placed against a heart

Pass the pounding and thumping

Beyond the pulse

The music that plays our purpose



As a rock falls off the ledge and plunges within the deep sea

Fate to be in uncertainty

Tossed into years of collision and instability

It said, "This world was never to my expectations anyway."

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