Original / This I Dream / #8: Poetry (amnesty)

[senmut]

Title: This I Dream
Original
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: Free Verse

'Til the death comes upon us
We strive to seek, to find, to live
It is no use to kick up that fuss
When all we are, we must all give

Choice abounds, dangers always lurk
To know the wrong, to seek the right
How must we navigate in this murk
When all of life feels like endless night

Through ties and bonds we forge ahead
Remembering to aid, not just to take
All of the deeds done and all the words said
Use them wisely, a better world we make

This I say, this I feel, this I dream