Colors of the Wind
To lazy to think we sit our lives and stare,
Using our brains seems to much to bare.
The signals, the signs are all shoved aside
To make way for our illusions, to make way for our pride.
Duty calls, yet "chilling" shouts louder,
So we send our obligations away with left over Dixie powder.
The simmering plastic seems more beautiful than the diamond not shined,
So our goals are washed away by the moments of "fun " we fined,
And the gifts we receive everyday become a mere tool to waste away
As eating, sleeping, eating becomes the mission of our day...
Till eventually we turn into robots on automatic routine,
We do what is expected of us as children, grown ups and teens.
Have you ever stopped to wonder why, what for?
Have you ever let inspiration slip through your door?
Have you ever seen a sunrise, feel the hope it bestows,
Have you ever gasped at the fact that a dead dead grows?
Have you ever marveled at a butterfly for the change it has done,
Can you hear the wind whisper as you run?
Have you learned a lesion from nature and that wish surrounds you,
Have you grown wiser as the years begin to pass you?
'Cause you can own earth and still all you'll own is earth until-
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.
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