Early this morning
I snatched away a thought
That was flying away
A million miles a night
It must be a suggestion
From God himself!
Just clear up your minds
And think for a second
can't we all create
A huge garbage bin
To hold all our ego's
Envy and hate
Money and power
Grudges and waste
That's been eating away
Our insides, for all this time
But, make sure to mark it
"To be taken care of"
And place it along the finish line
Let's start to face
This already unforgiving life
Together as one,
just as we were
Before it corrupted our minds
Start to trust each other
A little beyond our zone's
And begin to make the most
Of our already limited time
I can assure you of one thing
Nothing would go to waste
We must deal with our garbage
The moment we cross
Over to the other side
Start where you left off
fighting and cursing
As loud as you can
Pulling each other's hair
If any left
Relieve all that build up
Don't you spare a dime
Can't we just do that?
We'll have all the time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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