Notes

I have just died.
Whatever you believe happens after death, has happened to me.
But before I died, I left a note.
In that note, I told the world how to love a better life.

I told them to enjoy life.
I told them to take the best in.
I told them every cliche in the world.
I told them everything I could.

At the end of the letter,
I asked that it be translated into every language -- alive or dead,
A copy made for every human -- rich or poor.
I asked for all human beings to understand.

But I then came back to life.
And my revival overshadowed my death note.
So I wrote another note,
And made sure they read it this time.

Sleep, My Dear

Let the worries of the world bounce off you.
Close your eyes, and let my love protect you.
Dream of a better life you deserve.
Keep blankets around you to keep you warm.
I'll be here all night next to you.
So lay your head down,
Let yourself be vulnerable,
I won't abuse the privilege,
I won't succumb to pressure,
So just sleep, sleep forever my dear.

What is music?
Some, for years, have said it is a world,
It's a feeling,
A motion,
An action maybe?

Why do we think we must save everyone?
That what we want is what everyone wants?

What is inventions?
Most -- always reverted -- have said it's something, new,
It's useful,
Helpful,
Important though?

Why do we argue what doesn't matter?
But then there is that spark that comes along and knows.

Left or Right

When I have a choice or left or right,
Someone makes that choice for me.
They usually pick the right one,
Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,
Or the one that they normally take.
Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.
No one was around for miles.
I had dreamed of this moment,
And that I'd take the right choice.
But I just sat there, figuring it out,
And another path slowly evolved.
Soon, I was surrounded in a circle of paths,
The original two still in front.
It all confused me,
So I turned around, and went home.