With all the poets lost in writing
With all the thinkers not thought of
With all the persons left un-noticed
and with all the minds we tend to disregard
With the society in which we live
With the community we ignore
with all those side-street shadows
and with this great country we have torn apart
with all the music misunderstood
with all the ignorance we grip to
with all the cries we don't listen to
and with every one of you
Nothing can determine the way i feel about this earth we live on
i am free of judgment and bias, and so i feel all that life has to give
i've become a part of the rich and the poor, the ignorant and the wise
and nor am i neither.
has this been my final sight?
the end of the journey in my life?
What answers have come to be?
There is so much that i have begun to see.
Within this abstract nature i sit alone
my feelings of neither sad or happy
I sit below the first tree i find
observing all the crazy and the kind
i rather feel among them than within
and now that im among i cannot become within
I've never felt so free.
I could not tell you of my opinion, as i am lost
all i know are the emotions of everyone else
and of everyone as a whole
there is no between, no middle nor end
no here or there, this or that,
neither for or against,
no limitations..
I am simply alive.
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