NinaKnorr's blog

Imagine that
A world with no hunger
No war
No famine
No religion
No hurt
No anger
No shame
No prejudices
No dreams
No possesions
No pain
No diseases
No disaster

That list could just go on and on
There's so much more wrong with the world

But I guess if you're an optimist you could look at it like this:

The world would just be overpopulated if you take these things out of the equation.

If I told you I was different
I would be the same
Everyone says they're different
It's no longer an admired claim

Non-conformists are conforming to other non-conformists
It's impossible to be different
Unless you're not thinking about who you are at all

You could die your hair pink
Someone else has done that, don't you think?
You could wear combat boots
But when you grow up, you'll be wearing suits

So, it seems the only way to be different
Is to be who you really are
Not doing something out of the ordinary-bizzare-
But being who you were born as
And not altering a single grain of the stradust you're made of

A wave in the ocean
A ripple in the blue, shining lake

Is this really anything different

From what our soul would partake?

When the day comes that we realize we're all the same

There will no longer be any sort or form of shame

Because we're all human

And lifes not a game.

Gun shots ring out in a darkened, black night
Watch the life ebb from the man who suffers the bullet of this horrid, threatening plight
Watch his eyes as they change into something endless: death and demons; consumed with fright.

Hands are torn
As they scream and succumb to a poisonous; mathematic atmosphere
He says "you can save me, only you my dear, hold me tight and hold me near"
The snicker sound of the blade, oh so sheer
Was the only thing to listen to, the only thing to hear

Watch his eyes as the life ebbs away turning night into day
Watch all the problems rush in, attempt to fend off the death, get in it's way
There's no compromise with this cold and complacent creature that's only mission is to put life's final breaths at bay

Does he fill with regret as he watches the man he shot die?
Anyone does, how could you even ask why?
He wondered where this man would go, below the earth, or into the sky?