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The Awakening
What do you think the flower would say to this world
When its wilting to its last leaf
"This world was never to my expectations anyway"
How such beauty fades as soon as it exists
A creation emerging into physical presence
Eventually turns to dust and returns to this ground we walk on
What anguish would you feel
If you were to place fingertips upon a matter
The burning sensation that manifests under contact
Such throbbing remorse that dwells for mankind
Solemn, but silent. I stand smiling.
How can you know which way to be
At such mockery the hourglass teases
When all comfort of those trusted
Follow closely to the footsteps out the door
Define this feeling of lonely
Vast seas churn violently
Screaming out the truth many people do not hear
Such deafness, a gift noone should be proud to have
Children growing up into children
Whos words and actions destruct
How can you celebrate pride
That emits from those who use it wrongly
Lies upon lies of default dreams we yearn for
Built by the hands of our ancestor
Such guilt that hides behind every heart
I have so much more to give
My heart, my soul, this container of my being
Heave all troubles upon me
Allow time for these hands to mend what's been torn
A plea, the value for this lifetime
I shall not go until my work has been done
Distance cries that wash away in tides of ignorance
Outstretched, and in desperation
How does one express the importance of another
When shall the time come for them to turn around
Reunite, be together through the eye of storms
What can our ears listen to
If placed against a heart
Pass the pounding and thumping
Beyond the pulse
The music that plays our purpose
As a rock falls off the ledge and plunges within the deep sea
Fate to be in uncertainty
Tossed into years of collision and instability
It said, "This world was never to my expectations anyway."
