People, are you running from your past?
Do you think it’s going to last?
You just have to face the facts.
Stop going on the attack.
You’re a member of my cast,
But the timer is clicking.
Revisit old places,
Old friends and old loves.
Tell them you love them,
But only if you do.
Tell them you’re proud of them,
So they feel it too.
Take a bazillion photos,
So when they leave this earth,
For that inevitable grave,
There’ll be some joyous memory,
That can still be saved.
Do it now, and don’t delay.
Because one day,
You’ll be met by piles of stone,
Be it graves of loving friends,
or rubble from places you called home.
And these things may no longer speak,
When your heart is broken,
By the words you never said,
And the people who never said them either.
We spend our lives finding ourselves,
Differentiating until we have nothing left in common,
Only to realize that is it.
There’s no two people the same,
But it’s a lonely life just talking differences,
So cross these imaginary lines,
Of opinions and status, and just shine.
You will find a brand new vision,
Beyond your fear mongering television.
Hope begets love and back again.
Hang onto love but not too tightly.
I long for a world now passing away.
Some quiet, peaceful slowness,
An existence beyond this decay.
Communing with nature all the day,
Feeling high just on life itself,
And knowing real love in action,
As a respite from these distractions.
For that is all they are these days,
When electronic games are played,
Be they for business or pleasure.
When was the last deep conversation?
When was the last real embrace?
When was the last time you sang?
Or was it just words and images,
Forever captured onto a screen,
A brief flicker of the real scene.
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