I was asked today if I had ever seen a dead person
Well of course I have..
From class to class, building to building, town to town
I always see people who aren't living
People who don't have "life" in them
Empty souled beings who don't breathe in the world.
Unmarked by society's wonders
Not yet christened by the touch of a loved one
Still holding on to the pains of their past.
With a solemn face and not a sparkle in their eyes
These are the people I see who are dead
These blank canvases who need to be exposed
These fearful hearts that need to feel
These shy, bowed heads that need to hold confidence.
Don't lose hope
This irrational,deranged yet balanced and sensible thing We like to call life will place it's hands on you
Your vacant minds will soon be filled
Your eyes will shimmer with new inspirations
Your hearts bombarded with emotions
And most of all your soul... awakened
