Viva

Poem I wrote for SLO Writing Contest.

Viva
What breathes must also die �"
what withers must also grow �"
and through the misty meadows, snow �"
I find my path a lit, a glow �"
and follow it wherever I go.
And though it might lead over tall mountains �"
sheer cliffs, and frigid snow �"
I know it's where I'm meant to go �"
with the knowledge I have learned �"
and all the love that I have known.
But the world is not so perfect �"
if you look at it in pieces.
All around us people fighting �"
even when the battles done �"
no one's really winning.
But if you want to start a revolution �"
if you want to make a change �"
then you have to do some evolution �"
your strategies you must rearrange.
A wise person is a curio of the world �"
someone who listens will never be missing the beauty of the world.
Listen to the sounds of the world spinning around �"
listen to the beat of empty hearts �"
hear the dreams, bound and gagged call out �"
"You're tearing us apart!".
Of wounded, haunted minds �"
empty chairs at empty tables �"
of finding unwanted things �"
lost prayers and ancient fables.
"Viva", I said."Long live the dead!"