I watched as the day rolled silently past.
It didn’t invoke a thought, or elicit a response.
It didn’t speak as it arrived, nor when it departed.
It simply rolled past my window as if it didn’t know me at all.
You see, it didn’t.
And outside, the world rolled with it.
I watched all the people marching in droves – like lemmings they went.
Not to be outdone, vehemently they chased after their successes.
And me behind the glass, having none of my own to claim.
All I ever wanted was to know real Love.
To paint in black and white the human frailties.
But the world does not stop its hungry pursuit for such triviality.
Not even the crashing glass or bloody shards could sway them.
You see, no one even noticed.
To grasp the human heart of stone with fleshy blood drenched hands!
Words of fire spreading; Awakening the weary souls to things unseen.
That which causes them to be Loved, and to Love.
Now that would be a thing worth doing!