I look forward to one day talkin� with you...
One day may we all see: the special needs of the many innocent lives we touch daily reflecting naturally like the peace we each seek, nothing more than the lives that we lead, and nothing less than the days in which we spend our time...
seeking and trying to hide...whether we should send out our thoughts, or simply lay them aside as if they were villainous children in need of punishment. Let the dawn renew your enthusiasm and may the light of a tunnel appear not so distant as you strive to elicit a response from those whose admiration is worthy and necessary, such is the way of the seagull...unfortunately not lonely, but isolated and solitary.
Not random, but without direction; and courage-less in the face of danger; with no fear. Medicate the inoculated and feed those whose bellies are full...beset yourself unto the wisdom of another...and test the fate from which you lay in wait...Bye, bye...friend, don't ever cry another tear...weep with joy...keep and hold close the sorrow of the minority, never tempting the ruffled disgust that they've buried within the traps of society's mythical doom and despair...
be good and truth shall set you free, but watch only as freedom shall capture you and hold you until the air is squeezed thoroughly from your lungs...behold, glory awaits those that seek it, go until there is nothing less to be gained...stop and begin again without the trepidation that has exerted its will over those whose footsteps you will follow in...learn and decide to keep apathy from your methods, while initiating a lapse and lackadaisical attitude that clearly initiates resolution without finality.
Choice remains one situation that provides the tribe with a chance to begin anew�righting the roles of the citizens whose tyranny makes all wary�listen to the sounds brought forth into the ear, reject the institution that defies your individuality and appease only one����..the only one that makes a difference�who? You, you make the difference�you alter the effect, you create the guide that begins to form from the faith that powers the powerful, from the hate that is ugly and tolerated within the boundaries of the civility, what, is that what it is called? Beyond that there is you, and I, and we. �time to see�time begs you, don�t be swayed, don�t look away,�go, change, alter and envision and empower�renew and refresh�stale bread listens to no one, and no one listens to nothing, and not one listens long enough to be only loudly quieted. Be heard and voice with the force enabled you when you began to see, hear, think, and feel�or forget it all and do but this one thing�FEEL.
Jesse
