In measured time,
I sped through life's vast plain,
Time irrelevant,
my pace could not be restrained.
In calamity's grip,
I reached out fast and bold,
Faster than a bullet,
a tale of a friend untold.
Sometimes,
I envy their peaceful restful sleep,
While checks bounce than a basketball's leap.
In a court where justice often
hides its face,
Safety's found in being interesting,
a unique case.Perhaps stars are mere thoughts inside our minds,
Or part of a cosmic plan,
where meaning binds.
Plans sent and received,
yet yielding naught but strife,
Money serves where there are plenty,
else a fleeting life.
Shorter than a restaurant's straw,
moments we savor,
Relationships rest or forever change in that flavor. Where's the old vibe of being true at home,
Without cables and plugs,
just hearts free to roam?
Tuning to stations,
finding static in the omnibus,
A mental booking,
a hall,
a pass,
it's all in us.
Intelligence questioned by peers,
seen as mere peeves,
A cloud of connection,
a bond that never leaves.
The roads link streets with faulty connections,
you see,
Mixed with bumps and potholes,
haunting our journey.
Generous skies bless both poor and the bold, Blossoming in dark light,
stories yet untold.
Flames of strength like a Phoenix's cry,
Our forefathers' songs,
as the sun says goodbye.
The moon smiles from the east,
wise and knowing,
Celestials gather,
and crickets start their showing.
Sons and daughters, forgetting our ways,
Engaged foreign culture these modern days.
No names for leaders,
heroes,
or sheroes,
it seems,
No communion
Our Heavenly Father in dreams.
Winds carry echoes of fallen ancestors' cries,
The moon and stars fade,
with sorrow in their eyes.
As cold winds blow,
a fading smile turns to frown,
But the spirit of old,
in our hearts,
shall be found.