The world is killing up its youth,wasting them up like unripe fruit.If match stick doesn’t start any fires,it shouldn’t burn any fingers as it retires.

World is full of wet people,drowning in their own flood.Taking cover isn’t ever simple,when isolation you can’t afford.

There would always be the childlurking somewhere in your mind.Thinking silly things like you did,with some energy you can’t feed.

The reflection of every actionis always revealed in the vision.The sight is limited by perceptionand understanding by comprehension.

Worries abound everywhere I turn,everything harbors some concern.Health or wealth gives not a shield,family or friends only join the field.

Hope is a glimmer of lightthat glows barely in sight.It ushers you towards it,but you reach out to it.

From deep within old shackleswould appear greater miracles.The ones who had been cagedwould emerge specially staged.

There is always that one,who would do it differently.Might stand out cause it can,or creation styled it individually.

One and another we are traveling,forever all on our own journeying.Destinations aren’t seen or knownbut on routes must be walk and run.

Burdens of this world abound,weighing common men down.The worries of everyday living,is taking more than it is giving.

The burning wick of our patienceflickers away with slow presence.Edgy time isn’t always on our sidebut is burning out while we decide.

So without gravity in effectbalance will not be as erect.Views will be quite distorted,everything will appear floated.

Once were twin brother birds,one named Peter, other is Paul.Peter parties, Paul abhors sides.No two are alike deep in their soul,when one stays, the other simply hides.

The evils that men doare neither new nor few.They’d darkened the worldwith unspeakable ills untold.

For the ordinary man now and as beyond,life is the daily struggle managed as found.Majority of the time he is a tool ever in use,even the moment of rest feels like an abuse.

Let us all pray for good fortune,hoping our luck is good in tune.Wishing our child grows old well,not wear new shoes into old hell

These trees are the oldest alive,right behind seas and mountains.The livelihood they nurture and give,are essentially why humanity remains.

The signs of life are surplusbut can be summed up for us.They are clearly green for going,amber for waiting, red for knowing.

Ancient is a guide for the future,one that is tested and also mature.The present is energy for the future,one that empowers it in all its nature.

Time flies like one single day on its own,with the dusk arriving soon as the dawn.One’s lifetime passes by in a single flash,the long road race becomes a sprint dash.

The huge hole dug up in the ground,was obviously made and not found.This attitude all men had developed,was learned in time, had not evolved.

A penny for your deepest thoughtand there is nothing else it bought.Those wealthy would get wealthierand those poorer feed those richer.

Eons of building raised this huge wall,standing beside it man is a miniscule.Is it too late to fix cracks in the world,are man’s folly of solutions a ridicule?

Calmly are the momentswhen dead are the currents.Peace is not seen when about,it roams when nothingness is out.

Calmly are the momentswhen dead are the currents.Peace is not seen when about,it roams when nothingness is out.

For many the world feels quite crueland every turn is burning ash all full.But hope’s a clock that keeps ticking,when going through hell, keep going.

If friends form football teams,they would work together it seems.Taking up opponents with just one goalto win even if none scores on their very own.

School is a bag of bricks,carried with out with tricks.Innocent young mind adapts,older experienced ones reacts.

All the world listens to the same news,but world always has its different views.Its diverse orientations has build big walls,opinion cover ears in barriers that never falls.

Hanging in plain sight right outside,that is where the tiny monster reside.Where it captures and traps easy prey,like Internet daily does in its usual sway.

The world goes around on its own,people just run along and follow on.Those steering decisions are theirs,as where, how to change their gears.

If for some reason or anothercolours disappear all together,and things either black or white,will things be either bad or right?

I heard in the passing windthat you are out of your mindand we would not laugh againbecause the world is full of pain.

What is ahead for the world,what signs are showing now?People stare with arms in a foldas opinion tears off what they know.

Men should worry now, because it clearly show,things have fallen apart,sanity has since depart.

Another season passes by all done,the full clouds emptied and all gone.The world all fruitfully green at peace,the rains bow to cheers and applause.

Always there for one another we were,from way back then and also right here.Time has never changed anything for us,we have something special we always trust.

There is a distance we’ll never reach,there is a reasoning that doesn’t enrich.There is peacefulness we’ll never achieve,but only hope we make good that we receive.

High up in the consciousness of the skyangry clouds gather and they aren’t shy.Clouds swiftly assemble like one forceand their eminent parade isn’t a farce.

People come then they leave,living in comforts that deceive.People live and then people die,for this life ends however we try.

Being corrected has lost its effect.It now feels a crime to be incorrect.Correction was humble and instructive,now it’s battling pride versus the abusive.

Too many ropes to grab in life,too many issues to grabble with.Some to climb, some handle strife,few disguised traps to hang self with.

There is so much in a faceand always makes its case.All faces reveal something,even when they do nothing.

Notice that all things beautifulare natural in frames and form.Many worldly wonders are full,rich in elegance, however from.

I wish influence of the past is absentin the revealing working of the recent.I wish aged structures of segregation,isn’t visible in today’s ways and action.