I wasn’t really sure of what to post this week, so I decided upon something a little more diary-ish and poetic:
Why all the strife? Wouldn’t it be better just to carry on with life?
What about the mothers? The children? The poor?
In the end aren’t we worth more?
Why the confusion? Is the world really just an illusion?
What about the youth? The immigrants? The lost?
Can’t we get our voice across?
Why all the rage? Are we really meant to be boxed in a cage?
What about the peaceful? The happy? Those full of hope?
Surely they can teach us to cope?
Why so much control? You can’t believe that no one will stick to their role?
What about the enlightened? The confident? The kind?
Can we all seek the truth we are destined to find?
If structures are made to crumble, then surely the must
Even new foundations can be made from dust
There is always a chance to start anew
If only you listen to the voice within you
That’s it for this week’s post. Have a great week everyone!