Anew

You hear, but do not listen, You know not what has been said, You have sugar plumbs, Running through your head, You are another, Wishing I were dead. Whispers in the wind, Lets begin again. For you know not, Nor do you care, Where I have been. One life ends, Another begins. Why couldn’t we be friends? Roses are red, But other colors too. When you awake, Find something new. When you stop learning, Your life is through. Don’t just hear, But listen too. Then just maybe, Life will be good to you.