You silenced the calling out of children
Across empty lots and down twilight alleyways
You stole the summers of innocents
And the friends and lovers of forgotten days
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities
Filled me with hope and fantasies
Then jerked away your promises
And left me with want and empty dreams
You are too impatient
In your eager search for the now
You’ve left no time for reflection
On ‘the once was’ or the ‘what will be’
I will tell you to slow down and enjoy the ride
I know you will not listen
You will not listen to anyone
Just stop trying so hard
Let us wear out our life
Listening to the wind in the trees
Feel the summer warmth on our face
Breathe the coolness of the evening
Hear the music of nature drifting across open meadows
Smell the intoxicating scent of wild flowers
Opening their souls to worship the morning sun
I know that in your rush to reach
What you believe to be success
You will ignore it all
Until you realize that it was not worth it
I pity your journey
Small towns slowly awaken with the rising dawn
Methodic rhythms of routine move you along
A care-free track of vague irrelevance
The setting sun tucks your life away
Into carefully maintained homes
The town slows to a heartbeat
The night lulls you to sleep
With a final sigh
You start to dream
Perhaps of
Something
More
When you hear me talk of revolution
And the changes that must take place
I mean, we need to find the solution
To put humanity back into the human race
We’re so quick to point our finger
When we see what’s happening in our land
We will let our anger boil and linger
While too afraid to extend our hand
We’ve let prejudice and violence
Through complacency become the norm’
But if we continue to stand alone in silence
Then we will surely perish in the storm
We watched the barefoot children in green yards dart through shadows, playing their childish games. We saw their innocents and we knew that…
They were not us
Through open doors and windows we saw them staring blankly at their flickering screens. They were sitting so close yet ignoring each other. Wishing…
They could be us
There was an old couple sitting on their front porch, fading from life. They smiled and waved, trying to remember a time when they knew…
How to be us
We pause for just a moment beneath the street lights glow, your hands in the pockets of my jeans and mine on your shoulders. Our souls touched and we were…
Happy to be us
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