I have possessed nothing
In my short life, but have on occasion
Been the unworthy messenger
Of confined love, or idealism
And a sense of hope
For the future, but aren’t
Other creatures so, is this not
The destiny of youth?
I have loved and been caught
In the energy of a generation
That changed so much, not
Changing the world, but
Altering their destiny with it
Good is not good, unlesse
We refuse the curse of invirtue
To be virtuous is sometimes
To stand alone, simple and profound
Deare love of goodness
For nothing lesse than thee
Would I have broke these happy dreams
That made a dreamer out of me
To be possessed by a divinity real
In my short life, to charm
Fabled histories and enter peace.
Photo Courtesy:
Wuji Seshat 