Life Is Beautiful Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I walk along quiet roads,
Seeking questions to my answers.
My feet find train tracks leading away from an old train yard,
Walking between them I find infinity.
Beyond the broken boards and rusted nails,
I find infinity.
I snap a few pictures,
Never stopping because time never does.
Beyond the trash can I pass I find hope in an empty parking lot.
I photography them together,
But not to say humanity is trash.
Life is beautiful.
I reach beyond the bars above the bridge I walk.
This street is lonesome.
This street is happy.
A chilled breeze and icy drizzle press into me and I see no one.
The sky, I take note, is white and gray and is haunted with the echoes of the train yard and the rattling of the light post,
But untainted by mechanical endeavors.
For in that sky I find a monstrosity that mocks the disenchantment of man's search for more.
But, it is beautiful.
I dropp the journal and let the pen fall,
Snap a picture of the sky and soak in it all.
Life is beautiful.