Pride for the day
For the rising sun
For the country we live in
Pride in a new way
Seeing through the clouds
Of grey
Pride for the night that
Brings us rest
Pride in the hope
That tomorrow
Will bring us better
Friendliness
The pride of the future
Lies in you and me
Hold me up
With the sharpest of knives
So that success is not
A working right
But rather a gift
Given by those in charge
Who control who makes it
And who is broken and
Destroyed
With these knives they
Pay each other 10 million dollars
An appearance
While most can not pay the rent
And yet we worship these fools
Complete and utter fools
Running away with the keys
To our lives
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
I have adopted the flippant
Approach
To the news
Of what matters little
In my sphere of control
So I take a new light
Into the darkest night
When all is lost
I laugh
To just to be alive
Is my only thought
When was the last
Cordial
Political
Movement
Of virtue over
Destruction
Is that posible
In today’s world
With hard words the norm
What can we do
To be kind to
Each
Other
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
What is brought to life
Will bring us into life
Full
In a new way
Of hope and feeling
Take heed for the love
You feel sets you
Free
If the glove fits
But what if it’s not your glove
But found from someone
Else’s mishaps of the day
Rather return the glove
For in time the glove of mankind
Will wrap you with goodness
And that will be
Your place to see
When all is right
It can set you free
Facing the opposite direction
We do not see each other
Our struggles are the
Same
Our voices ring together
But blindly we walk away
As to not help each other
For we can’t help what we can’t see
If only
We could turn around
And see
Other standing right
Next to us
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