Random Poetry

Random Poetry
 * - by Wyst

count the leaves falling before me across the way I see the children play once again I ask Where am I Who am I  Watching the rain fall on the dry land the wild things scurry for cover once again I wonder Why am I Where am I  Sitting on the edge of the sea waves crashing at my feet once again I ponder Who was I Why was I  Holding my hand out to the sun grace fallen but not forgotten once again I reply Where will I Why will I  The hand that reaches out in the dead of night the cry that comes at the dawn of the day the sound you hear before it ends and the joy you feel as it begins It is all a circle we live in It is all the home we build It is still the life we live It is now that matters.

Mark it Here it is again crashing over the world in fire Mark it Live it  This will be the ending of our world This will begin the world of ending This is all the ending was said to be reaching for an abyss in the moment it moves beyond us Mark it  Now we stand on tommarrow wondering what happened to yesterday greating a dawn we do not understand It will happen to you It will happen to your children It has happened to your parents, their parents, theirs.. Someday the world is not what you thought it was it is more someday life does not make sense and it is ok someday opens the mind to possiblity in possiblity we stumble looking for familar in familiar we stagnate Mark it It is comming, it will change everything , and leave it all the same