Poetry

Another day creeps in
Becoming part of our history
Clustered with the other forgotten days of our past
Days we long for
Especially with anticipation for a promised goal during
Finished by the setting of the orange sun
Gaze upon the multicolored terrain above
Held by the pictures that our mind stores
In it, our deepest wants and thoughts
Jade colored grass under our soles
Kind nips at our ankles
Like children fighting for attention
Might we go back to the once happy days of childhood
Not knowing of the harshness life brings
Only then would we know true happiness
Peace and tranquility
Quiet surroundings and soft worries
Reading only of the greatness our world has
So wonderful those years were
Troublesome are lives have become
Unknown problems arise from nothing
Vivacious others may seem
While their inner truths hold bitter
Xceptions to no one
You're only fighting for yourself when
Zealous people are no longer alive.