Vanity dust.

What would really happen if I were to die?
How many people would really stop to cry?
Would world peace emerge as a sudden consequence?
Would anarchy and chaos become more intense?
Intriguing is this will, to fight alive to stay.
Aren’t people being vain, for a long life to pray?

In the larger scheme of things, from the planet’s point of view;
LIFE will always be alive without me or you!

What would really happen if I were to live?
How many ... I give?
Would world ... be better?
Would anarchy ... me bitter?
Intriguing ... fight to kill.
Aren’t people ... praying still?

In the larger scheme of things, from the planet’s point of view;
LIFE will always be alive despite me and you!

Tremble

How long has it been since I made you blush?
Lips aquiver
Cheeks flush
Eyes of lust did words compel
In dark of night the needs did swell
Heart flutter
Head-rush
How long has it been since I made you blush?

Truism

There is always something new left in the world.

I move to the future
At what I hope is ‘fast’.
But no matter what I do,
I can’t let go the past.

I fear the unknown
Yet, stare it in the eye.
But just like a nagging mom,
I think of times gone by.

The risk was immense when
I listened to that voice.
I think, just how daft I was
To choose to make that choice.

There’s nought to be done.
I try so hard to grow.
I know, I can’t change the past
...I also can’t let go!

(Sigh!)