Friday, June 5, 2009


© 2005

As I look out at the empty faces of humanity,
I wonder when the game will end.
People who act like clowns,
but yet, always wearing a frown.

Why is it, there is so much beauty.
If only they would look, then they would see.

Ah, but that's the catch,
selling their souls, for money or honor.
But the diversions are many.
The escapes are powerful, multiplying daily.
Eternal children, never to grow.
Stuck in an eternal time warp.

It's not their fault, they do not know,
of distance places, and hidden worlds....

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