Treasure Island

Jeremy M. Dreher

(1995 / Ravenna, Ohio)

Untitled 7


We've lived through so many spiteful actions and war
We better have learned
Learned the facts of power
I often look at life
I see a dice
It says to me some of life is random
I think of understanding and mazes
This makes me think how knowledge is powerful
And that some answers are hidden
And hard to find
Power seems to be just bullets and guns
Power is all in your head
Its knowledge; plain and simple
Wisdom is a part of power too
Power is measured in your mind
Fill it with all the little bullets
From the computers, teachers, and books
You'll know when the times right
To show off your power
And use your ammunition

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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