If the world never slept
If people never dreamed
The secrets kept
If eye for an eye meant equality redeemed
Living harbors no purpose
If home had no meaning
The secrets waiting to surface
Like ripples to a wave
The unpaved roads
Paradise blooms the white flower
The traded pieces of your soul
Ruin calls for what you stole
Everyone has a reach
For a future to open
If a place opens
Just to open...

Lefellow

April 2, 2011 at 2:56 PM PDT

Wow. Good poem.