This is not intended to be a NEGATIVE poem
Its is merely coming from a place of love……

A natural observer
Sitting on a bench beside
A brick wall
Strangers passing by
Different colors
Different ideas
It’s who we are
Music dances in the head
No one is the same really
But everyone plays the game
Life is very complicated
There’s no easy way to do it
Not everyone wins in the end
Everyone separates themselves
Getting into their own worlds
Of confusion
To try and figure it out
What is the answer to life?
Or is life even asking questions?
Why do we follow routine?
A course laid down
By the generations before us
Is it safe to feel secure
And have we forgotten about our spirits?

Things keep getting complicated
We work hard to make things difficult
Destroying land to build chaos
To educate our children devastation
How often is the world silent
With it’s overcrowded streets?
We took our energy and created machinery
The days keep getting shorter
With all this mass destruction
Seems like there’s no time to breath
Build clean energy all around
People need to know one another
To love the earth
To remove their hate
To increase their positive flow of energy
People should appreciate
What’s around them already
Talk of revolution
In this different era
A rebellion against conformity
A resistance towards regulation
A generation brainwashed
Cannot breath
A rat race towards success
Thought control
The minds we know
It must come to an end
Chaos swims throughout the land
An understanding must be explained
Bursting are the words
The thoughts
Which tell of planned deaths
A dying America is what’s foreseen
A negative force
Unnoticed by most
It’s destroying happiness
Something which apparently
This nation was founded on
So tired of the world observed
Divided by hatred, opinions and jealousy
What is the goal of humanity?
To be some place where one can think
Believe in examining your feelings
Why is success measured in such materialistic ways?
Eventually the path doesn’t feel so right
Eventually you just want time to figure your life out
Growing weary racing towards the sun
