The other it may be seen,
by the ones I care not
to be in on this scene.
Some things I need to let out,
The previous poem was clear
Of what it was all about
The things we hold dear.
The more people I meet
The more people I know
It would a great feat
To bring the high to low.
Wanting and yearning,
The only true way
Is with age and learning
That there will become a day.
The time to join the missed,
To reap the rewards,
Or have we just been dissed?
Earthbound as cowards?
A nothing to store,
a spec of dust,
Nothing more,
than part of a crust.
Will there be life ever after?
Peaceful, unlike the vampires?
Blissful, spiritual and Holy
Like the girls around a campfire?
Why do I talk to them still?
Am I crazy, INsane?
Do they talk to me at will?
Do you think it'll rain?
I need answers,
Will I go somewhere
If I am eaten by panthers?
Does anyone care?
I miss who I miss,
I have who I have,
All have some of one,
One had all of some.
Maybe one day,
There will be one,
To make me happy,
As some to be as one.
