the writing

am done arguing,
lamenting on the past,
none that i in my strengths and,
weakenesses can change,
for destiny is never on paper written,
nor the paths we trod through,
a papyrus graphite scribed,
neither the pains in box locked,
tears cried alone never fetched...
for this is the way life ought be,
kisses in the rain a fairy tale,
forever and ever a shrek land,
nothing true in dreams,
but a vision to try reality be,
castles in the air a motivation,
never to be yet a try,
so i lament on nothing gone,
never turn hulk on shattered dreams,
for the world spins no matter the weather,
seasons come in china despite the pollution,
and arabs flock the US,
nine eleven never a forgotten date,
the sun rises,
and the moon shines,
though we light our nites with bulbs,
and bee wax,
a way of nature still stays,
so i lament on nothing gone,
nor hurt of broken hearts,
for the birds never cry,
when we turn a deaf ear,
nor the wind frown to the man made horns,
turn digital or not,
go loud or soft,
the birds still sing,
and the wind still blows,
so i lament on nothing gone,
but smile to the sinking sun,
a kiss awaiting the shining moon,
call her a reflector,
she still shines,
the way it all was written