My actions are wasted
Tugging at the cords that bind
Dancing to anotherís tune
Of music that should be mine
If I shout aloud in a forest
Will I be heard?
Speaking out in this way,
Am I even being heard?
we feel your words, not hear them...a true poets gift...
another poem of perfection...
stalking you always...
Do you live by the book, do you play by the rules
Do you care what is thought by others about you
If this day is all that is promised to you
Do you live for the present, the future the past...