The brandished label we all wear,
is nothing compared to the life we live?
How should we know.
Nothing is always right;
yet if I say these words tonight people shall be mad.
Like the fools they are.
The world is made of ying and yang not anything more.
Pure has become impure,
impure has become pure.
Good as bad,
bad is good.
To live is to die,
as to die is to live.
A new song I have just learned and sung.
Young and old,
the same and different.
What is the world to them all?
"Nothing but a circus of wild and freedom."
Is what they talk about when around the water cooler.
There is no respect.
World war one,
world war two.
World war three?
Maybe soon to be.
Japan,
Vietnam,
Irag.
Who else will fall victim to the cold hands?
Nothing matters cause "God will protect you."
Is it truth for those who diry themselves?
Or is it a dirty truth for the pure?
Who is pure who is drty does not matter.
Nothing by god does.
So we do not.
So easy it is to laugh in the face of truth.
Yet hard to laugh in the face of lies.
How about facing both?
This may be the last time that my words speak.
For my end to all words and opinios will vanish.
Help me not that I will never come.
Goodbye to you all with all my fingers and mind. |
Submission Name: Ramblings of a Young Girl: 2
