Not a full toothpaste tube
For what is the purpose of a full toothpaste tube?
Except to be used till it’s empty?
I will name my kids from stories of the stars
Whence they seek their meaning of life
As the ancient Greeks, Babylonians and Chinese did
Found guidance and inspiration when all else was dark
Stories of heros, cruelties and lust
Life will be full of it, whichever age you live in
Seek your own purpose amongst the stars
And you may find the answers within oneself
Friends of many, heart of one.
Make this penny, count for more.
If many in stock, few jobs be done.
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.
As do, as they must
We do with forgiven past
Promises declared that we do not trust
But the shades in the shadows
That, I trust
Will do what's best, after that which follows
That's the opportunity we must not miss
Stand before the beauty betrothed
Promises declared in the halls it echoed
Rituals of traditional peacefully unfold
Promises whispered the ones that hold
Have all of norm's desires
Skies of all the wishful sapphires
Ruby sands of pearls and silvers
Diamond heart's the only survivor
Such is life of one's simple thought
Yet of basics one obtains the sought
Red or blue the choices were brought
Illusions of grandeur my fate was caught
When one ends then only truth be told
Till one ends the story will not unfold
Here I am with fortunes foretold
Yet beauty is in the heart behold
For the future uncertains
Brings doors of indulgions
Thoughts of introspections
Complicates the only true passions
When left alone,
What do you think about?
When I'm alone,
I don't feel the heat and the sweat,
I don't feel the pain in my joints,
I don't feel hunger or thirst,
The discomforts of the present,
The anxiety of the uncertain future,
Nor the regrets of my past.
I often will look around me and wonder.
Who was on this path before me?
I will recreate the moment in my imagination.
What's making these sounds?
May they live long and prosper.
I'm so lucky to have wandered to this place.
As I close my eyes and record this moment in my heart, for a later time.
The serenity of nature
The smell and sounds of the little ones
The breeze that we both have forgotten
Most of the time...