Thoughts Poem by Bron Dayvid

I walk solemnly on my own two feet
When I have the wings to potentially fly but
I’m an ostrich who ostracizes himself
From the rest of the world who are occupied
With meaningless wealth
And stimulated with fame and fortune
This unfortunately is the foundation of the world we see
Its irony
The very spot light we all so badly want to shine under
Obscures us from life’s true wonders
And I wonder if with these words I can withstand
The lighting and thunder
Because life is a storm
A hurricane far worse than Katrina
You either are the Titanic or Michael Phelps
Sink or Swim on your own no one is there to help
Every man for themselves
Every mother
Clings to her daughter who screams for her brother
Who drowned for another
But those who endure the weather
Live to see the sun shine
And pray things will better
Hopefully In time
But that’s the future we live only in the present
And as I present the presents I am gifted with
The future I cannot predict
No prediction is a prevention or intervention to any hardships
That are to come
Crimes will be committed
Love will live on
Hate will be admitted
Bonds will grow strong
And Battles will still be fought
But this all can easily be forgotten in the worthless
Items bought
By millions
What great civilians