I look around and wonder what each of us sees.
Where I sit, it’s cliché, the forest from the trees
I listen to voices, talk spiced with the word like;
never mind, I think I will go out for a long hike.
We mistake politicians for leaders, know they lie.
Kill or discredit true leaders; do we wonder why?
Mourn them, but not grasping what’s been done.
or how we have been held back, or what is gone.
Yet, I have just heard a scientist who proposed
concrete research into parallel dimensions, plus,
time seeds, ideas sent to the past, a compass rose.
Eliminate traffic and pollution, ride a solar bus.
I made up the last part, least that’s what I think.
Thoughts about a solar bus; oh, no, not the other.
I’m thinking I will pour myself a big, stiff drink.
Every man’s a son, every woman is a daughter.
Born mewling, pooping, puking babes, who’ll die.
Grow to set out, seek adventure, fortune and fame.
except the meek and mild, who can only fear, cry,
persuaded they are better than others in the game.
All that has been born perishes on its chosen day,
cosmos, galaxies, stars, planets and all life entails.
We leave but brief legacy when we’re gone away.
I am ready to grow up and I wish you happy trails.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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