When are you going to decide that enough is enough?
When will your self destructive desires be fulfilled so that we can all go on living?
Healthy. Productive. Happy.
Does it make any sense to you?
Do you care how it sounds or how it feels?
Does any of this bother you?
Do the lines and the hymns mean as much to you as the pages of colour scattered all across your floor?
This is poetry,
This is beauty,
This is art,
This is you.
This is reflection,
This is you at your best.
This is allyoucanbe.
This is the definition of aspire.
This is your definition of power and personality.
The words begin to blur as you
Fail to see the distance or the quality.
This is who we are and what we want to be.
If you are not a poet,
You will surely fail at what you are striving to do.
Understand that, if nothing else.