through tear soaked graves they transform
our lives altered from the wisdom that remains
smiles and laughter subside, the grim of life settles in
the morning yearning for its chaos to subside
we reflect, and chastise the life spent or squandered
concede to the fact that these ideas are reality
steadfast and strong, our demeanor seems untouched
like people in plays, we embrace our scene
what will you do?
will history's consistency play out its way with you?
your script having not yet been written, is the end in sight?
forbearance aside, what will your life reveal?
will the tears on your grave be salty or sweet?
the world once touched, the mark dark or light?
did you laugh?, did you smile?
will my morning's yearning find it's still from inside?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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