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If only they new that
they would die they
reach for their 
stars instead 
of him and he 
would look down 
upon them. 
Making one cry, 
making one sigh 
thinking 
why oh why did he do 
this to me? 
letting one fall and
breaking apart, 
not knowing 
they did it to 
themselves. 
Oh why did they 
do this painting with 
a brush over the 
sky never looking 
up to say 
who did that, or why?
Foolish thoughts ones 
say Making it seem
wrong in their 
youthful days 
Thinking 
what's wrong? Whats right? 
Is it a dream 
or just another light? 
Does it make sense? 
They say why do this 
and not do that when
at the same time 
they turn their backs. 
Is it confusing sometimes? 
Or is it just
those who cant find 
the time? 
Making them
sigh again wondering 
what better to give
when not wanting to 
cry when they know it
shows fear in ones eyes. 
Keeping it in 
until one day they 
let it all go like a 
river that goes, 
and flows, 
and flows. If only 
they new that they 
could live 
changing their lives 
just a little bit. 
Reaching for their 
minds instead of their 
hearts. 
Foolish desires ones say, 
true says another When 
they themselves cant 
help oneself. 
lieing in their own 
faces thinking they 
know it all when they 
cant realize 
they don't because 
they're stupid and 
blind of their own 
foolish thoughts 
and desires.   
But men sitting 
on ice they say what 
a wonderful thing 
they say but i say 
icicles slicing their 
stubborn lips, and 
thorns with poison 
burning their tongues 
with dew drops behind 
the sun. Sounding like 
pebbles splashing in 
water were nobody knows, 
were nobody goes because 
its unseen to ones 
naked eyes only the 
pure of heart can 
see it. were lemon 
drops grow sweeter 
then life making sugar 
taste bitter and cold. 
The rusty old car sitting 
in vines were ones used 
to look and say wow 
look i wish that were 
mine, but know undefined.
Ones weakness ones 
fame ones gray head of 
wisdom like the snow 
on the mountains 
peek looking over 
our shoulders saying 
take these wings 
and dice and fly.

By: Alicia Campos
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