Written on May 26th 2007
I do Believe that the Flowers wake when the Sun rises.
It shows the Beauty in all Creation.
Although, sometimes it won’t be Bright out.
And then, How will We be able to See?
Are we Blinded by such a Harsh reality?
Maybe, It’s best if we lie out Here.
Looking up towards that well Lit Sky.
What is that We are Wishing for?
Are we Wishing for Dreams to come True?
But- We can’t Forget,
Sometimes it won’t.
Which would I rather be?
Blind or Deaf?
No longer Hear what the World has to Say?
No longer See what the World has to Show?
What is that we can Accomplish?
Not Much, I believe so.
If We become Mute,
Will you be Patient?
If We become Blind,
Will you Hold my Hand and Guide me?
If I lose you,
Is there any chance of getting Back to you?
The Sun sets,
What a Beautiful sight to See.
Oh God, tell me the End.