Poor Choices

On my own again

Stranded on an island

Of my thoughts-

The waters that surround me

Are currents of my memories,

Swirling whirlpools of chaos

Keeping me isolated.

 

I can’t escape

The dangerous waves of

“What ifs”

Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-

But I’ll construct

My escape from this godforsaken island

With a study raft of good intentions

And move forward on unsteady waters

To a new world yet unexplored.

Where We Came From

Let’s reminisce

About the days

When we were old enough

To know better

But young enough

Not to care.

When we spent

Our hard earned money

On temporary satisfaction

Gone as soon

As they’d been obtained.

Liquid courage

To get us through

The days to come-

And the only things

We have to show

For our mistakes

Are the friendships

That made us stronger

And the lessons

We’ll never forget.

 

Change

Coming to terms with

How fucked the world is

Assures a trend.

Never give up hope for

Good. It is everywhere-

Everything.

 

In search of utopia, humanity

Strives for perfection, not harmony.

 

Feeding egos and wallets is

Only superficial and temporary. We need

Respect for humanity and our home.

 

The fate of our

Homes lies in the hands of

Everyone.

 

Be the change your

Eyes desire to see.

Seek greatness for you and your home.

The future is ours to make or break.

 

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