Outlook Poem

Outlook

Look outside of your own world.  Tell me, what do you see?

It is just like a stone hurled at opportunity.

See all of these people?  They’re stuck inside this race.

They’re sprinting at the steeple, just to find disgrace.

Narrowing the corners, and tackling the straight-way.

Forget about those mourners; let’s make it a great day.

One never should forget the obstacles ahead;

Just like a dark war-jet flying past the dread.

A stain upon the ceiling, or even a smeared wall

Creates an eerie feeling, deep within us all.

Eyes opening and closing, look everywhere around.

Isn’t it imposing? All that they have found?

The drying of the meadows, the praying that it rains;

The crying from the ghettos, we don’t want more pains.

Around us lies consoling, we comfort when we can.

We know who’s controlling, and who makes the plan.

Teamwork produces answers, yet new questions rise.

We’re combating the cancers that are right before our eyes.

Is our world what we make?  Or is it how we live?

Is it how much we take?  Or rather what we give?

Outside of the window, lies a new direction.

It’s sad how it’s been though, another failed connection.