I use to believe that the world was based off what's right, now I'm not so sure. Flow Poem |
-What’s Right?- by Keaton Foster Lost Not Found Nope Missing Never No looking No seeing Failing At believing Am I right Before I answer What’s right? And is it The same Universal I’m not sure How could you Or any of us be It seems At least to me Life One big Humungous Gray area Where What’s right? Is tossed around Like a stone Round Smooth It slices air Cuts friction Demolishing All resistance Where it lands Depends On how hard It was thrown Tossed about By human kin Related Relationships Wanting to get The most Out of the answer Out of the definition All can’t win Many will lose Fewer will chose And lesser will decide The game is fixed Rigged really What’s right? When right Is what all this is Least of all Confusing It may be Like an endless dream That only ends When we wake up When we see Without blinders Devoid of agendas When we hold Our sacred values Above every other Solemn need Or deepest desire What’s right? Is not clear At least not to most There are some Those of us Not throwing stones That have an idea A close Approximation Based upon Our faith And our fate We know Understand Without question What’s right? But we have decided To remain silent At least For the time being… What’s Right Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |