A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Gone With The Wind

So much creativity unused,

so much potential wasted,

so many people whose,

tears are all they've tasted,

and I walk right on by,

thinking of only my pain,

hardly able to look in their eye,

and all their tears, I treat like rain,

stories untold of a life lived's results,

whether it was by wrong choices,

or not being able to raise above their faults,

in the end they became nothing,

and the riches of their mind's vaults,

are gone with the wind.