I'll leave my mark...before we depart.Let display my art One last timeWithout wasting a dimeOr that simple chimeWhen I came here I was a ghostNow I'm a hostThat some of you know the mostI look up everydayI sing, I dance, I playTo see what art was madeYou imaginationHas started some many creationsSome with relationWith great elationI know I'm just rhyming That's cause time is flyingI need to stop crying While others are dyingI'm complaingAbout the raining. This is just random.I keep doing this till God comes. This is no themeIt's just a rhyming scheme. Now before I depart Let me just sayI left my markNow lights off, it's dark.
Imagination....Every thing in this worldIs complexEvery strain of grassEvery drop of waterAll can form togetherThey create lifeIt leads to explorationIn the mindCreativity and imagination flowsEmotions raceBuilding up to what we are todayBut let's back things upHow did it all beginLife has different theories No one really knowsDid it all magically happenWhat started it allAll the answers To Life's most complex mysteries Could be foundIn life's simple beginnings
The start...You look down to tie your shoes. They're track spikes, you're about to run a race. You get up and feel last night's dinner and this morning's meal about to come up, but you hold it in and go off on the track. People wish you good luck and such, you say your thanks and head onto the the feild. You get to the check-in, tell them your name, get your lane number, then go off to warm up. You end up meeting others who are doing the same event. You say hello, then trade tips on training and diets and such. Just to keep it interesting and clear the tension in the air. You meet some that are faster, which never helps ease you nervousness. As time pass you see other athletes returning from their events, gasping for air, scrambling for water. Some happy, others angry at themselves, while many don't seem to care whether they did bad or good. Which angers you, and raises the question "why run track if you're not gonna take it seriously?", that rests on your mind for quite awhile. One of
Life...Now we all have a choice in life, whether to be good or bad, make the right or wrong decisions, or to choose what's best for us or others. Now I had that choice, but I wasted it. I see it now. Everyday I see the mistakes that'd I've made carries to now what I see today. That's LIFE is what the adults say in my life. Life huh? How can be so cruel? When something good happens, there's an equal opposite reaction that can change tides, and evil is around the corner. It's not us it's the nature of our society it's, LIFE. All we can do is sit and watch our world crumble. Our governemt makes dumb decisions, the nations of the world fall apart, and we do nothing. Why? It's called......life...and the humans mind doesn't want anything to do with it. People always say "Live life to the fullest", but doing so will end up you in the hopital with your family crying over you.....why? It's.....life.... What can we do? If we speak out we're strange beings, if we hide then we're even stranger. If we ble
LightWe can't touchNor feelOr smell.All we can do is dependOn such an objectNot much to say about itI would say now I quit.But that would be too easyAnd cheesyMore on lightWhat does the internet say about it?Well we need it.That's it.That's all I see fit.So I'll leave with thisThe message isn't hard to missThere's light at the end of each tunnelWithout that, then we all fall and stumbleThere would be more hurtPainChainsThat hold us in the darkNow I left my mark...