When the world is failing to flourish
Ask yourself what you would do...
Past the cracked skull
Gleaming through the dirt...
As i embark upon the feat
Of creating my one hundreth poem...
I crumpled into your arms
Like the pages of a burning book...
Such a young life
That heaven has called...
Head pressed to the tile
Kissing the aged grout...
In a place with no water
A flower will die and turn to dust...
In life we worry what people think
In death we worry about our deeds...
The person you see before you
Is not what she seems to be...
\\\"Dust in the wind\\\"
Never knew what that meant...
Through the tears that now stream down
Turning the delicate lace of my saddened soul...
When the world is dying all around you
Ask yourself what would you do...