Waiting

 

 

I'm waiting for it

                The moment

                                The breath

           The time span

Every generation creates

                In which their

                                Ideals, beliefs, philosophies

           Writings, art, music

Consume the world

Impact society so subtly

                The difference is unnoticed

                                Till those souls begin to sleep

           And the new born begin to admire

I'm waiting for the moment

The time we infect the world

                With our thought

                                Without belief

           Altering the perspectives

Of those who said they would never change

 

Author's Note

Cp. 3:28PM Fri 06208 NM a thought, i missed the Harlem Renaissance, waiting for beauty, ok, tired, lonely but aki's here (Typed, Brads Comp-House)