Thoughts, opinions, and poetry
Incessant noise,
Never-ending noise
Never-ending noise
Never-ending noise.
Yelling and shouting fill my ears,
And maybe a pinch of lies.
People chatting,
Chatting,
Chatting,
Why can’t they be quiet for once?
Not everything needs your opinion.
I walk down the same street
But to a different destination,
I walk down my past
To my future,
Something I will help create.
What will it hold?
What challenges will I face?
I do not know.
But I do know that
My past will change my present,
My conscience will altar it too,
My present will change my future;
Nothing is certain at all.
The planet is screaming,
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it cry,
“Why,why?”
“Why does it feel you do this to me?”
The planet is in agony,
Can you see it?
The plastic, the litter,
The trees, the creatures,
Why did we do this to Earth?
The planet is crying,
Can you smell it?
Nature, there is so little,
For all I can smell are the fumes of the cars.
How we destroyed our planet so much?
The planet is pleading,
Can you feel it?
We will destroy Earth at this rate,
We will our home
And everything is on this planet,
Why have we left fixing so late?
People are changing,
Can you see it?
I wonder if it will be enough.
But we need every single person,
And I hope that we will succeed.
Looking towards the new horizon,
Stepping forward with hope and faith.
What challenges will I face?
What paths will cross with mine?
Who will I meet? Who will I leave?
In my quest upon this planet?
My hopes, my dreams,
Will I ever achieve them -
Probably not,
But if I set my goals high,
I’ll get the next best thing.
However, that is a long way away,
But every day brings a challenge,
Something we must learn from.
So we should welcome each day,
With open arms,
And engulf in the joys,
This day will bring.
Can you hear,
The bird’s song -
It’s different from yesterday.
The winds are changing -
Can you feel it?
Can you hear the echo;
It’s about to change.
Why is everything changing so suddenly?
Change is everywhere,
It is written on the walls.
I’am scared and a little bit excited,
But why is it so obvious,
When you know it in advance?
I’m scared,
It’s getting to the last days,
Why does it feel so strange?
Oh, Change,
Why does it feel so strange?
Do you ever find,
That if you do one thing,
It costs you something,
If you do another thing,
It costs you something else,
But how do dilemmas start?
Which way do you go?
How are you ever,
Meant to answer them in seconds?
And how do you answer them alone?
Maybe,
We could answer them together.
Maybe,
There might be an answer,
That doesn’t cost anything,
That you couldn’t see before.
But maybe,
You just need to face the music,
And start a new chapter,
And except there might be costs.
But you have to go through the dilemma.
My thoughts are like a river,
They lead me somewhere downstream,
They’re rough and tumbly,
And often make no sense,
Until I think it through.
My thoughts are like a racing car,
They lead me to the answers quick,
So fast I don’t remember,
How I even got there,
And what method did I use.
My thoughts are like the clouds,
Being blown by the wind,
They are being herded,
In one particular direction,
To get the best result.
My thoughts are like a volcano,
All erupting at once,
So many thoughts,
So many ideas,
To be written down at once.
Sometimes,
Especially in winter,
The sun
Likes to trick us,
Thinking that it is warm,
When it’s actually quite cold.
Sometimes,
You just want something,
But it is just not there.
Sometimes,
You want to try something new,
But you just can’t.
Sometimes,
You just can’t get the luck,
The luck.
Sometimes,
You just can’t reach your dreams,
But it will take you somewhere new.
But these are all sometimes ‘sometimes’,
And these might not even happen,
Or doesn’t happen often,
So don’t worry.
Verbal, physical,
Hurts all the same.
Pain deep down,
Given to another.
A never-ending cycle,
That someone else has to stop.
Deliberate,
Repeated,
Imbalanced,
That is the definition of bullying.
And now is the time to stop it.
Music;
Tunes you can make.
Pieces,
Notes that make harmony.
Instruments,
Objects that make sound.
The thing with music,
You can sing to it,
You can dance to it,
You can play it,
Or compose it.
It can have a funky beat,
Or it can be smooth.
But music means to me,
Instruments making harmony,
And the harmony makes the beauty.
Music;
Tunes you can make.
Pieces,
Notes that make harmony.
Instruments,
Objects that make sound.
Music is for everyone.