You’re mighty strong but sometimes you’re mighty wrong.
How can a petal grow when the others drop off?
Pacing through a throng of infinitely sad faces,
Where’s the glimmer of hope?
Searching their deep irises,
Where’s the spark or will we all inevitably start to mope
About life’s inadequacies and attention to the negative.
Trying to make a positive from adverse desires,
On faces so exhausted they can’t find the difference,
Between a life to love and just a life to live.
If we all close our eyes, is it the life we’ve imagined?
The world we want to reside in?
Because, if my dear you see nothing but blackness, maybe it’s time you pull your mind from the shadows, light it up and see the clear definitions,
Of what you really should be feeling in such a world of hope and passion.
You can fashion your world into anything from the figment of your imagination.
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