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What I'd Like to Think
morning glories and sunflowers
scatter across the globe
and the mere mention of thier given name
spreads a tingling type of cheer,
and they grow in such quantities
that whilst driving by, they move
over the hills and the contours of the land
until you are sailing in a sea of flowers
where waves are the mountians and the swiftness of the wind
carries their babys, their seedlings of creation
into bitter cities and dirty alleys
to give them something they long to find
what I'd like to think
what i wish were true
what i hope someday to see
missing children reunited with families
and their elders never afraid to die
a sense of belonging, of acceptance
comfort from the deepest of dreams
a mist that cloaks us but yet we can see
so clear that one could see only bones and muscles
past the skin, status, and other screens
Happiness sold at every store
in the form of smiles and best wishes
were the only weapon we use in our tongues
and even then we find it too violent
to be a piece of an eloborite puzzle and know
that without you the large picture would be incomplete
and a child would cry, frantic to find you
