Words on a screen.
Nothing more than
letters sent over
phone lines.
And yet,
friendships grow,
love blossoms,
hate froths.
A 'virtual' world.
But it is more
like reality
than we want to
admit.
Flowers wither,
as do dreams.
Crushed by
society.
We sprout,
reaching for the sun,
only to be
destroyed
by ideals
forced upon us by
ignorant people;
people without the
mental capacity
to be open minded.
Victims
only if we
want
to be.
Life is such a fragile string,
who knows when it will snap?
If only thins were plotted out,
if we only had a map.
You never know how long you have,
never know when life will end.
When the road seems straight and easy
there will always be a bend.
How many days do you have left?
No one will ever know.
Will you live a hundred years?
Or will tomorrow be your day to go?
Because life's so unstable,
live each day full and strong.
And although you make mistakes,
understand you're never wrong.
So seize each opportunity,
don't let life past you by.
Because one thing you'll never know
is when you're going to die.
Sitting.
Doing nothing.
Exisiting.
Isn't that enough?
Or do I have to
constantly
be dreaming,
or doing,
moving
or working?
Who's to say that
exisiting isn't
all we were
intended to do?
