The Point


Words of Poetry
Flowing deep inside of Me
Wishing My Fate
Only to be Great

While Cold hard Reality
Clotting Up inside of Me
Wishing they’d only see
The Point so Beautifully

When they do Look
Only to be Mistook
I try to express myself
Only to be shaken from my shelf

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Solution


One united problem
No one solution
The sky is torn
We have been warned
Still we continue
with our pollution

Without a care
Spewing garbage everywhere
and in the air

I’ve no room to talk
I’ve become apart of the plot
Just by starting my car
I’m contributing to the friendly sky’s
And if you say your not
My friend your full of lies.