Dream a dream, like no one can.
To be alone in an unknown land.
To stand within, a crowd of souls,
and be a body, that feels alone.
I know this man, from time to time.
We all share this thought, from deep inside.
Look into the minds of men,
and see the passion, where life begins.
Take the hand of a stranger in need,
and share your bread, a glass of tea.
Be true unto, yourself and foe,
be kind and gentle to all the old.
For they have known, what we will learn,
lest we forget they bare our scorn.
Respect and honor, in deeds we seek.
To be immortal is for the weak.
Be strong and brave, be kind and share.
But above this all, be aware.

For in his mind, he thinks only lies.

He has lied to you, and himself seems real,
the lies of thieves and plunders of hell.





Window

I woke this morning, coffee in hand.
Sat down at my computer to get online and browse.
A window in front of my desk with blinds that I raise,
what do I see but nature at hand.
Squirrels are playing in the sight of my eyes,
the birds are singing and making a day.
I sat at my desk with coffee in hand,
sitting and sitting, forgetting my plan.
An hour has past or, maybe two,
I relize my intrest lies not in this room.
O how wonderful to know, at this time and day,
that nature and life can still enter my brain.
Computers are great and they can be fun,
but not lets forget, we still have a sun.
Get out and enjoy, be happy and safe.
Live a little, away from the race.
But as usual, I sit here again, browsing and chatting,
doing mail, and programs.
One thing is always open, to remind me of life,
the window with blinds, that is front of my desk.


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