WHY CAN'T ADULTS.

WHY CAN'T ADULTS

Why can't adults act like adults and stop acting like

children?
Why can't they live in the sea of today

instead of the sea of tomorrow?
Why can't we dwell when hope will collide,

and things are broken and torn down in ruins?

Why do we live in a perfect picture image,

where nothing is shattered and lives are not

grown?

On the edge of the world where hope is bestowed.

Love is an ingrown nail that follows like lilies.

Some people do not hear the wind in the windows

or feel the pain of their blood running down their

hands,

shadows and moonbeams are just as strange,

and we cannot live on the moon because

the moon is strange,

shifting patterns of light and darkness.

Oceans and vast and unique in their days,

and everything is wrought of vision and destiny,

but everything is torn and hope is broken.

We strive to win but nothing will win.

Everything is torn of darkness.