Not much, for it is the commercialism and control of our minds
I don’t seek or feel I have time for such things
Busy, is the common word to avoid and not notice our world
Running down the path that seems to be never ending and full of wants
What others want of me and not what I need for my soul
Being difference is shouted for, yet not valued but scorned
Taking time to notice is shunned and considered as a waste of time
Yet time is all we got, for we are all under the sentence of death from the day we are born
Patience in our lives, a smile, a hug, a kiss, a wave
Taking that time in our day to just notice and enjoy
As children we played and laughed and played and laughed
Not noticing our growth and our movement into the adult world, of must do’s and can’t do’s
Stop! I shout, for it is me that has the controls and not others
I can decide to take notice and it always starts with me
My soul will live on, only if I feed it with what I notice in this world and cheat the death sentence of my body
Tear drops to feed the earth
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