Phone Notes
Create a thought that turns into rhyme,
Wish your many dreams could become mine.
All I crave is a today where tomorrow and yesterday don’t exist,
So we can hopefully one day all just coexist.
It may sound impossible or even a bit crazy,
But let the rest of the world speak for you and that’s when things get hazy.
The privileged few should realize the circle of life,
And take into account those without a future in site.
That’s all I got for now so pick up a pen,
And create your own gem.
