The People

The people we are
The people we wish
The people we see
The people we be

Who am I?
Who are you?

What would we say
That we have not said

The things that whirl around

The time is now
Tomorrow could be to late

Life is your drama
The stage is set

Make it worth remembrance
And a smile

Not regret!



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Dedicated to those that we have lost
Dedicated to us that must keep on

If I could only practice what I preach.
Don't make my mistake!

I enjoyed reading that. Who are we indeed!. Thanks for posting

reply to post by TheDoctor46
I ponder who I are, who I wish, who I see and who I be alot.

Thank you!

reply to post by ElleLachyme


Thanks, man.

2nd.

reply to post by ElleLachyme

The road to ponder is the road to take, least that road grow to ponderous, take a break now a then. Sometimes once you reached the horizon you would have come to realize, that you only just reached the point of whence you once started. And you ask yourself, have I gone in circles this whole time?

But sometimes we have narrators to our stories. And sometimes they have a different view of things and our circles are merely interludes. And if were lucky we only have one narrator of our story. But most of us alas! are not that lucky! So we would have many narrators to our story, in which case it would just be a matter of opinions, a string of debatable debacles indeed.

And other times, and only for a very special few of us, the narrator has merely been on a lunch break the whole time. And so the echoes of silence are deafening, even to the point that if we listen real close, and try real hard, we can even hear our own thoughts. If I could practice what I preach. I would not preach. But then again maybe I would. People need hobbies you know.