Rhyme Time 1
The mask comes out and the plastic smiles
are used as props.
Mental activity is a freight train running
through all the stops.
On the tracks of an unstable bridge,
over waters of turmoil and land that's
singed.
Through fire, I was baptized, though the
written word had me hypnotized.
Since it's not one to criticize, but it
multiplies and divides the hemispheres of
my mind,
brings tears to my eyes that blind, but it's
there to remind.
That Time cannot be wasted,
that Life should be tasted.
Not on what is faded and past,
for Time moves lightning fast.
There's no space in between for regret
or loss,
no time to calculate the cost,
but it leaves behind a stain.
A memory that will remain.
And ourselves, whom we must train
before our lives go down the drain,
in a swirl of misery, hate and pain.
That healing takes place where there is no shame.
A checkpoint for the tears, from the mourning
of the years,
that we spent in fear of our beauty and it
became clear.
That noone can love you like you,
that you're more than the garbage others spew.
That they won't have the pleasure of being
in your sight.
So hold on with all your might
because while Time and money may be tight,
there's no shortage of love for you.
