Hi

I think

I say

I cry

For we canít see

Or realize

Our fate

Not shown
yet casted in slate

The grown

Donít even hesitate
to ignore
and wait to late
for

They see it as a chore
too broad a subject
to explore
too set
our ways
too closed our doors
to many days
have come and gone
not correcting what is wrong
yet still
life goes on

Why do we learn to share
as youths

The truth
we still donít see
for you and me
forgot
itís trapped inside our thoughts
not coming out
not free
to be
about
nothing i can say aloud
but
proud
i will write
no worryís of a fight
not scared of the bite

Greed
to want
not to need
to bite the hand that feeds
i want more
demand
donít pleed
cut down the tree
donít plant the seed
how long until we see
me
i canít be
the only one
there are tons
why donít they talk
and walk the walk
our length of time
is unknown
before
the bomb
will be blown
and cast the shadow
on every home
then
no issues to discuss
no talk
no fuss
no trucks
no bus
no passion
no lust
no shine
just rust
just a faint gust of past
how the humans
did not last

Neverending
is time
like a crime
that plagues or mind
tick tock
we donít stop
and think
to be
and feel the sea
and the grass
between
our toes
the fragrence
to our nose
why
when itís time to die
we try and absorb
like weíve never
been here before
time
keeps us sore
deep
into the core
more and more
it will sink
for
we will never link
the fact
that
time equals stress
the crest
of our attitudes
all longitudes
and latitudes
a
build up
of
filled up
emotion
itís time
to meet the quotient

Still we sit
and wait to teach
to late
we canít convense ourselves
just keep
stacking on the shelves
maybe
even
we try
but it is that
you have to pry
for these or
our lives
but
ignorence is bliss
or is it this
we will accept
as we have left
cancer
to grow
the hair to fro
the boat to row
the seas to flow
until they flood
upon our lands
passed our sands
into our hands
a burrdon
is
placed
tiss
we were graced
but thats erased
shot into space
a place
we donít know
scared
we are of this
the great obiss
whats waiting
for us to miss
slowly
we are hesitating
this
to me
feels degrating
why sit
react
procrastation killed the cat
or something like that
we dream of what
we wish was fact
like a shell
not yet cracked
why
are we here
comes a tear to my eye
as if we
are just a lie
a small
small
peice of pie
not to tall
not to wide
but still
we are stuck inside
the crust is flustered
with the dust
from our minds
and time
and greed
and what we think
we do not see
and the way we
only focus
on whats presented
to our
imagination
we canít wait
too long
lets make the wrong
become the wrongs
turn the wisper
into a song
for soon
we will be gone
until then
life goes on...
by, Matt McDaniel

1/10/2000