Standing here, I flip this coin
My oft stray dreams now fine’ly join
The thieves of thought think hard, you see
And mine the deepest cavity
Requiring midnight’s darkness; black
The sound of silence, naught a crack
The ones who came before me know
Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and Poe
Together who all see this world
A different way, with views so twirled
We watch as whispers turn to shout
It is these things we write about
The lonely feeling, all my peers
Have persevered through all these years
Standing outside, looking in
At this place of hate and sin
Tragedy, this world of ours
So many chasing distant stars
If they’d only shift their peer
At all the good that is right here
Perhaps then all these folks would see
The difference between vanity
And doing all these things for free
Without the need for “look at me”
Alas, its human nature, no?
I guess that’s how its s’posed to go
But if I had a world my way
There wouldn’t be a price to pay
To live a whole life, full of love
Like the angels, and the dove
No law, no rules, this world anew
Just treat others as they would you
No time for war, no time for fame
No time to play this empty game
Where people loved; supported all
And tore down each and every wall
I must admit, this world I see
Could happen if we’d make it be
That’s my dream, to you I tell
With this coin; this wishing well.
How the World Should Work 