things come tomorrow that are blind to see,
delicate flowers may find bloom in a dirty dented dark desolate dense vase
but nobody would ever wonder or ponder or think a thought of such a silly senario as that
we are ones to follow the everybodys, the world of people in charge of people; we are followers,
but very few step back to avoid this insanity circle of lies and rules and games and become one of their own creations,
how paposturous of people to go beyond and do unknown without a single simple thought of how they are soaking up too much individuality for their own good
what if the centered circle fellows were thrown into an unknown to start a place of their own
a world so difficult and bare,now would that be fair?
to build some pride and see some guide growing some character all alone
they would be split down to the bone and no longer set aside to hide
how they would feel the pain and thrill- to discover to create
a world unheard of, unlike our own without the sin of human nature
what if the pot, not hideous as before was honored for holding beauty for the future and more
then we came to total peace and lived a day where everyone bloomed
what if the world was all in tune
