108 The Sad Truth
i dream of a world where flags are nothing but cloth
and the only thing that matters is love, life and
freedom. where the bottom line doesn't determine life
and we aren't defined by income bracket, a pretty
house, faith, a lack thereof or a f..cking degree. where
we think before we act and act before we critique.
where we think about who is next and make it cleaner
than how we found it. where we mean what we say and
only say what we mean and where ideals are meant to
better ourselves and where we aren't afraid to say I
can't. Where sorry is a liberating word and thank you
comes from the heart and where we don't just watch but
we decide to act. where we refuse to live only until
its time to die. where we refuse to live only until its
time to die. where feelings and desires mean more than
quotas, expectations and disappointed stares. where we
have a right to hurt, scream, cry, live, die and sit in
silence just because we f..cking can. I dream of a world
where I can love you in spite of what keeps us apart
and where second best is as good as first or a
millionth. where we don't over analyze every breathe or
under appreciate what our words mean to another. where
we find comfort in silence and a place of peace in all
of the noise and where everything that is thrown at us
makes us better, stronger and more appreciative. where
we celebrate life, death and all that comes in between.
where songs sing to us and a loved ones words make us
dance. where what we see in a mirror is a happy,
satisfied and fulfilled individual and where we feel
bad about how we look at others and not just because of
how others look at us.
i dream of a world where i can love you, where i can
feel you and where i can know you without having to own
you, without having to hate you or without having to
f..ck you. a world where i can love you, where i can
feel you, where i can know you. know you without having
to own you, without having to hate you, without having
to f..ck you. without having to f..ck you in more ways
than one. without having to own you, without having to
hate you, without having to f..ck you in more ways than
one. where a smile isn't a rare gift and where sadness
isn't a curse and where the two together make life
worth living. where media doesn't define friend or foe
and doesn't tell me how to look, how to feel, how to
act and how to live. where a flower, a smile, a
thought, a touch, a smell makes it all worth it and the
hardest words are nothing but poetry that spills from
our mouth.
