the sun pierces bright

amongst the darkened clouds.

what warmth can be learned

between hearts that care

from the smiles we wear

as if the clouds were not there

at all?

you know, kid, things aren’t easy;

times are rough

and there is enough

violence and chaos and

anarchy yet to come.

why, then, do i find myself

a honey bee attracted to your nectar

longing to give back to a nature

that my ancestors destroyed

and my children will die within?

you know, kid, it ain’t so bad;

there are good moments to be had

and sometimes, very rarely,

do you feel like you’re a person.

do you feel like you’re a person?

have you found your role?

the world is a stage, my friend.

express your light,

become the sun piercing through

the darkened clouds

and become one with nature

and one with me.

you know, kid, i like you;

you’ve got that spark in your eye

an honest gait when you pass by

and a point of view, to my surprise,

that isn’t completely hopeless.

that’s just it, huh?

have you no hope?

is it that you’re a shell of a human,

harboring false optimism

that i wish i could have?

is it just me?