The Goodness

The Goodness I've dabbled some in poetry short stories and the like, I've found myself reflecting on the sorrows of my life, I've written through my fantasies and lost myself in a dream, I've thrown away my morals yet I've found a realer me I've drifted over oceans from those tears I cry at night I've searched into the hours of which form my greatest plights I've listened to each person as they wile away their lives, I've wondered from beginning whether love was truth or lie I've seen the hate among us how an evilness can be, But now my spirit is glowing for the goodness lives in me It seems along the way I've heard the tales of good and bad, the years I walk this planet prove to me they are a fact In every waking moment there are things we must decide, and some much more than others can determine our look on life But as we go along, some blinded by hate, and in despair, a feeling we are not alone soon comes to fill the air