I sit quietly and stare outside,
Through glass that is losing its shine,
Writing in a notebook with faded pages,
And with a pen that is slowly bleeding life.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring,
But if things continue on this downward spiral,
What are we living for?
I wish that everyone could be happy.
I wish that the criticism would stop escaping their lips.
I wish that we could erase our differences,
And in place, paint our future on a canvas of equality.
I wish what we dreamt would become reality;
We could have what we want, believe what we want, love who we love.
Love, what ever happened to that wonderful feeling?
That feeling that some of us lost, some of us will never know, and some of us have yet to find.
Now when we think of love, all we hear is abuse; separation; infidelity.
What ever happened to feeling safe?
What happened to telling the truth?
All love seems to be is a lifetime of lies.
And as I sit quietly and stare outside,
Through glass that has lost its shine,
Writing in a notebook where the pages have been filled,
And with a pen; useless and deceased.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.