We sometimes take life for granted.
Deny our souls what was planted.
Holding grudges close to our heart.
Cannot forget what tares us apart.
Love to hate, hate to forever pain
Pain is what drives us insane.
Insanity is what makes us unique.
Without it we would become bleak.
Life is what gives us the drive.
Forgetting each of us is alive
We do things for love for each other.
Sometimes we question to even bother.
Some look to the next bright day.
Some to bother to even pray.
I don't pray, but I hope for a reason.
Times will change us and the season
We write about our lives and our souls.
What happens when your wish takes it toll?
We cry, we plead, we shout and scream.
We wish to be locked forever in our dream.
I used to wish for others dismay.
I forgive and look to a better today .
I wonder what could have been
If I would relive the pain again.
Life is a tree, we must give it life.
Until our death the roots feel the scythe.
Until then the leaves change and so do we.
We are also birds, longing to be free.
Free from the pain, free from the grief.
But grief is by the minds belief.
As long as we are happy now and here.
No longer shall we shed and unforgiving tear.
Each of us wear lifes masks.
Uncover yourself, free the past.
I don't follow any god or holy book told.
I follow myself, and keep my happiness whole.
You may not agree with the words I say.
But happiness will not come no matter how much you pray.
Live life to its fullest, enjoy its pleasures.
Only then, will you find it's treasures.
