Words are not always tame, they can be very bold, and careless; sometimes, you have to chase them around, before they can be contained into a reasonable thought or concept.
One day you may find yourself building a path for others to travel on; if things work out fairly, you will also travel on that road, which you have built.
Some days I am sad, and some days I am happy; most days I am simply alright. Sometimes I enjoy the rain, sometimes the sun; but I always enjoy the night.
More and more frequently I find people troubled over the events which happen in life; however, the real issue, is that the events which are happening, is life itself.
Once, there was a time when I wanted to be rich and famous, then later, just to be popular and well distributed; currently, I think it would be great, to simply be acknowledged.
I have dreams and hope like everyone else; I strive to see them come true. But, if my hope is for unity and world peace; it cannot be done without you.
Why is it, that fear, brings out either our best, or our worst characteristics; should we be pleased, that the latter ones, do not show all of the time?
In The Contemplation I hold and absorb my pain As I walk thru the cold, dark rain Striving to comprehend my fate Standing alone; forced to wait Receiving jeers and insults; undeserved I am unmoved; but, hurt and disturbed Facing the fear; that which approaches Holding back sorrow as it encroaches Hurting; cringing to deal with pain Pleading for aide; calling out in vain Looking into the deep blue sky Pondering, and daring to ask; why