Lifting slowly off the ground,
the breeze carries me,
floating, gently, without a sound
as i clear my head, open my heart
and take a look around...
And what do i see far down below
in this world that will continue spinning
without me, don't you know?...
The whirling and the machinations
of someone's Grand Design
the scheming and conniving
towards a dream that is not mine...
The world is full of tourists who climb,
determined, towards the summit
never seeing the sights along the way,
focused on what they have been told
This, the same sad story that has unfolded
so many times, so many crimes
committed in the name of complacency...
05-31-10
the breeze carries me,
floating, gently, without a sound
as i clear my head, open my heart
and take a look around...
And what do i see far down below
in this world that will continue spinning
without me, don't you know?...
The whirling and the machinations
of someone's Grand Design
the scheming and conniving
towards a dream that is not mine...
The world is full of tourists who climb,
determined, towards the summit
never seeing the sights along the way,
focused on what they have been told
This, the same sad story that has unfolded
so many times, so many crimes
committed in the name of complacency...
05-31-10
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