Don’t buy my thoughts

Don’t take what is

Originally mine

In the words

Of the past

Know that

Today is a simple task

Upon which

I intend

To excel

Access to what is free

To the type of thought

That is seen

As unhindered

For when all share

The same

Not all is well

Actually more is bad

Than good

For each individual

Must think

For themselves

On what is good

And what is bad

When the light

Hits the orange

Hues

Of the steeples

East of the city

There is a feeling on

Sunset

That

Anything is possible

What it meant

Was it blew the night

Off the cap

Of the next day

Today

I recollect

What happened

And start again

To take to the top

What has been given

Now and then

Start again

From the fruits

Of finished labors

See the seeds of

Hope anew

In a moment

To create a new life

From the plants

That grow

Along the Irish shores

Sits a field of sheep

Easily taking in the day

And the night

Alright to see the sun

Or the rain

With the sky falls

The fog of a cold mist

Upon the tips of grass

Shooting from the ground

So as to remind the world

That life is changing

All around

Build up a

Life

On the springs

Of an Irish stream

Build to the heavens

Higher than the clouds

So set your eyes on those

Hopes

And know that

In time

All goes

To the sky above the land

What addition

Is made

From the space

Created

When restarts

Start

The time and feelings

That come with the addition

Of renewal

And hope

Forget

What is gone

What is done

For tomorrow will bring

A new light

Of what hope

Has

Begun