Why are we even fighting?

War Fighting
War Fighting

So much land goes untamed,

Artifical nature farms are disdained,

We are here on Earth, planning our own curse,

And hell that we create is there for us to obliterate our own kind.

We are lost. We are out of mind.

 

And yet again why are we even fighting?

The mind is so consuming,

That most of people aren’t even thinking,

They are partying and drinking and breeding,

Without even thinking.

 

We need educate our children to think like grown men,

To ask the questions that bring clarity to them.

Why are we even fighting? – is one of them.

 

We are the generous kind,

We should explore the mind,

The vast cosmos too,

It all was made for you and me.

Such is logic that you so heartedly deny.

 

People are screaming and shouting too,

People are wildlife when it isn’t up to you.

But what you can do?

Is teach them a lesson,

Of asking a question “Why are we even fighting?”

When there is so much to do?

 

Exploring Earth,

Finding solutions,

Bringing to life lost attributions.

That what should do,

And not being in a battle for what will pass away when death is due.

 

The life is so vast,

We should bring things to life.

Otherwise, we learned nothing and still are fighting to survive.

When we should learn to thrive,

When we should learn to breathe,

When we should learn to be as one,

Not the lost one,

But one that was found by himself in darkest of the clouds,

And has been brought back to cheering crowds.

 

We are inheriting this Earth,

From people vast and many,

We shouldn’t think like old men that fell,

And there were many,

We should rather ask and do,

What we can,

To make our living a better plan.

 

Adventure

Adventure
Adventure

Adventure isn’t something we should seek,

The adventure will find us when there is a need.

People who are of class,

Know how to enjoy simple things,

And make adventures out of them,

Everyday life may be an adventure in itself,

If you know how to treat it well.

 

People are running from a place to a place,

People are timing their own grace,

But adventure is something that comes from itself,

Adventure cannot be put on a shelf.

 

People are timid, people are wild,

We are all someone lousy child.

We know how to run, we know how to walk,

We all enjoy a swift chat and friendly talk.

What we forget, is at times to be open to new ideas,

That don’t lay under a rock.

We should open our hearts and minds too,

So those who surround would open too,

That is a true adventure of life,

Being open and knowing that there is more than just the drive.

There is meaning, there is life,

There are troubles as well as delights.

We are all in the same boat,

We are swimming in the direction of meeting the Satan or God.

 

Depends on you, how you treat it,

The most valuable asset, your life, and time.

Because once it’s wasted, there is no return.

Only a friendly reminder to keep going on.

 

We all have to admit that there is life beyond,

Scrabbles, hamburgers, meat, there is more than simple concerns

Of how to dress or what to eat.

We should open the door to thinking and feeling concrete.

Life isn’t jealous it’s yourself you have to beat.

 

People are standing in life,

One of them going to be the leader, the lion.

May it be you, my dear reader,

As you probably do belong in the head of the fish,

Than in a tail.

You have the right to bring on the light

To those who are frail.

We all have a role, just select yours,

And perfect it.

God has his own goals, and we are just playing a part,

So, be graceful and start! Simply start!

Staggering

Staggering
Staggering

Staggering people

Staggering poe,

I am among the sheeple

I am among the law.

 

No nonsense in this mind,

No not one person that is so kind.

I am lonely,

I admit,

I am only,

Bare feet.

 

Such is life,

Such is what we do,

Staggering people

Staggering you.

 

No not one on this Earth,

Is worthy a bloody remorse.

Life is a shift of days and nights,

People are crazy for their lights.

I know what I am saying.

I know what I do.

I am here alone,

Alone with you.

 

Plenty of goals.

Plenty of tolls.

I know.

I know.

A little about your show.

The way you play the game,

The same way I spell my name, to you.

 

Another ghost town,

Another man lost and found,

And a fountain of youth,

Someone here to abuse,

People starve their lives to death,

We can not progress.

Such is life,

Such is the way,

Staggering mammal on its way.

 

Bloody massacre of youth,

Bloody messages no one could use…

People stand and people fight,

Just to see tomorrow’s light.

I sit in a corner and grin a little bit…

I want to be your shoulder,

I want to share my wit.

But hours aren’t getting longer,

While I linger and wait for you a little bit.

 

People are shadows,

Staggering shadows,

Of what they could be.

I only want to be free.

 

Senses are dull.

I am a fool.

Senses are dull.

I am too cool.

 

No pleasure in this game,

They all call me insane…

I am a man of the future past,

Like Logan, I tend to draft…

I don’t know the difference between the evil and good.

I am often misunderstood.

I just want to pull away,

I just want to finish my day.

Such is the curious life, of a man,

Such the absence of a good friend.

Time.

Time.

And time again.

I walk as the world freezes before this sinful man.

 

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