You will never feel at ease

You will never be at peace

You will never feel the breeze

In a midsummer night’s dream

I wonder

How we have the courage to dream

To look to the blue sky

And consider of all the possibilities

The mob continued to pierce the spirit with jaded stones

“This is how the world is..”

Was the battle cry

Followed by a slur intended to nullify,

She awoke

Not with worry and fear,

But a smile

Knowing this was her year

It is a travesty in many ways

How our species takes on the day

Arming ourselves with tools and tactics

To navigate a treacherous age

Once a bird met a tree,

On its winter journey,

Across land and sea.

“May I rest my legs on your branch?”

Inquired the bird, tired as can be.

To experience a moment so beautiful,

That it suffocates in silence,

And is interrupted only by rain;

In times of pain,

I yearn for this moment.

Live a little,

Both in fantasy and reality.

Close your eyes,

And bathe in the remnants of what life can still be:

I find myself contemplating often.

Sometimes even contemplating whether I contemplate, too often

And then customarily

I will raise for consideration, a life of action versus contemplation

In a meadow lays a lily,

Not far from a fallen tree.

The sun and moon dance together,

For eternity.

I made a grave mistake once

And engaged with an ignorant man

What more, even proclaimed to him loudly,

That he held the characteristics of ignorance.

Tomorrow never comes,

Contended the soft angel on the right.

Blasphemy! Tomorrow comes everyday!

Just wait till tomorrow, and you will see,

Urged the shrewd devil on the left.

All

Please gather

In today’s proceedings,

No stone is to be left unturned

I engaged in a self-less act once

An act seemingly triggered by direction from my own moral compass

At the end,

Awaiting praise for the deed,

Today I appear strong willed and in control

Befriend this person quickly

As it may be a while,

Till I am back in the fold.