Possibilities

There is a silence here,

it grows like a whisper,

a quiet, controlled pause,

a small, knowing glance,

a foreign substance

speaking a language

all its own.

We have become a nation of whores,

selling our children to the highest bidder,

devouring their inheritance

for a pittance,

accepting the consequences

with no thought for tomorrow,

trapped within the madness

of the method,

replacing character with content;

ends justifying the means.

False prophets

in love with the sound

of their own voices,

forever searching

but never seeing,

forever finding

but never understanding,

unaware,

unsuspecting;

sometimes knowing the answers

is not nearly as important

as imagining the possibilities.

The light of a new dawn

begins to break,

I am leaving this dark place,

going to a home unknown,

what tomorrow brings

does not matter;

for You will be there

to make it right,

You will be there to wipe away

every tear.

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