I DON'T KNOW WHY

Sometimes I take a long sigh
before I begin a new poem.
I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I
go in not knowing what
the subject matter may be
and let it float haphazardly
like a dandelion seed in the wind.

I am free and not many can see
beyond the daily turmoil they call
life. They walk in strife with no faith
in an afterlife because most would
not trust anything if they could not
grasp it with their hand, but such is man.

Sometimes too late to realize
the importance of time, the reason
of a rhyme within God's canopy.

Yes, with eyes we may be
but most cannot see
beyond the ideals of monetary needs.

Prepared to fight and bleed
instead of laying by the sea.
take a moment to breathe.
Grab a strangers hand and together
take a stand for the greater good.

Though most wouldn't change
even if they could.