Nourished By What Makes Others Hungry Poem by gregory collins

In your hand i've been looking for my hand
so we can kiss the flowers as they're waking up
bringing forth life for such a short time
it reminds me to always be a poison rather than a cure

and you tell me why no one is better qulified to cry
as you think we are going to turn Heaven into a Big Hell
but i have never thought like this before
and i don't need to know the reason why

the children of God cannot stop what is coming
secure your fears in every breath and every word
the hole we are pretending is not there is getting deeper
and we work and pay for it with minutes that never change the hours

with living beyond our means because we are used to being confused
we are used to being nourished by what makes others hungry