Tuesday, July 6, 2021

A Look Around

The fa├žade is a cover,
Inside is the Book;
There is magic to discover,
If you would just take a look.


The circle is full,
Yet unclear to some;
Wise, then a fool,
And back to square one.


To the man on the street,
To the woman in my bed;
The babies at my feet,
And the thoughts in my head.


When looking all around,
We cannot see ourselves;
Our minds were once sound,
Now our charts are on shelves.


The air is getting hot,
While many hearts grow cold;
Today our goods are bought,
Tomorrow our lives are sold.


As compassion heals the heart,
Anger poisons the mind;
Friendship is a good place to start,
For love is a rare and treasured find.

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