Monday, June 3, 2013

A Random Road

Random Road 6/3/2013

Some things are random
And some are easy
But many things are convenient
If you do not care
Who it hurts.

For them life is simple
As they drift through space
Using whatever they find
For everything they can.

But to care,
Is to question
And plot it out,
In your mind
Following every lead
And connecting every dot.

Even good things
Can sour and spoil
If the motives are wrong
And the goal is evil.

Circumstances can change
And many are those
Who go with the flow
Moving with the crowd
And wherever it goes.

And many are those
Who fear to see
Preferring instead
To hide behind a lie.

Turning away their face
And pretending not to hear
The elephant in the room
And the wolf in the bed.

But gone are the days
When we could pull up the covers
And make it all go away
Safe in our rooms
Protected and immune.

I also think of the past
Every now and then
And I also mourn for the world
That has all but disappeared.

I don't know why
The road has led me here
But here I am with you
And this is where we are.

We can be angry
Or we can be sad
But there is still more to gain
Than anything
We have lost.

But as we live
We can still choose
Either to play dead
Or sit up.

There is nothing to fear
Except for death
Unavoidable,inevitable
Eventual and black.

But if we shall die
Then we might as well live
Staying in the present
With all of our might.

Love is stronger than death
And good is greater than evil
No matter how it looks
And no matter how it seems.

No one is lost
Except for those who surrender
Destroying for themselves
What no man could take.

Pass around the cup
So that all of us may drink
One of many
And of many immortal.

We shall find the answers
When we need them the most
And we shall have all the strength
That it takes
To win.

Their certain victory
Shall all blow away
Gone in an instant
Because we lived
And because we tried.

The power of love is stronger
And how our hearts have grown
Ten times stronger
Than what we were
The day, that we first knew.






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