The sunshine bathes streets in gold,
Illuminates the stories that go untold.
People walking here and there
Paint pictures with their feet.
The lives they live and the lives they change
Only begin with the people that they meet.
So much to do and so much to see
Yet we walk in circles
Still content just to be.
What happened to the passion?
What happened to the dreams?
What happened to the life we lived
Stretching beyond the seams?
How did we become complacent?
Willing to walk when we could dance?
How did you lose your morals?
When did you drop your stance?
You try to hide the hope that died
But I can smell the stench.
Why do you sit there, waiting still?
Life won’t start sitting on a bench
Get out and live,
Play for a day,
Remember who you are.
And if you must, wish upon a star.
For I have heard that they are Angel eyes,
So let’s give them a show.
And I will let you hold my hand
If you promise to love me so.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010