all seems hopeful under stars so bright

and so it begins

from the start

i knew that this wouldn't

be as easy as i anticipated

setting out on a new path

becoming all i am and all i will ever be

it seems these days they're all chasing the same thing

i hope to be that stray beam of light

and open another's eyes

soon we will all see as one,

and we will all cry as one,

desperately seeking the same salvation,

praying to the same God, believing

under the stars this all seems so hopeful

this is the end.
lieing here on the grass
i realize that many ideas rarely become anything more than just wishful thinking
it all manifests into the one big question
why.
why do we kill
why do we steal
why do we rape, burn, criticize, lie