Excitement

Excitement
Despite disappointment
Turmoil calms
Is the world in your palms?
You can do greater things than these,
Just tell me how, please?
The truth will set you free
But it will never let you be.

A Question

Will technology be the end of us all?
Can I not have been born into Shakespeare’s family?
Back when a quill was eloquence?
When letter writing was fashionable?
When fashion wasn’t understood?

Can I be a writer?
Do I have to be an apologist?
Can I write to excite and inspire?
Or must I argue and convince?

Is romanticism such a bad thing?
Can we not all go around with our heads in the Lord’s clouds?
So to think more of another than oneself?
Was I really born for such a time as this?
Can I not have been born to a simple life?
Is it ever a simple life?

Can I really have an influence?
Can I really be loved?
Do I really think far too much?
Am I really that selfish?
What is self-worth?
Is it attainable?

Will we become so introspective?
So far that we implode?
Do we do that ourselves?
Or is it the internet, Sky, spin-doctor, sex dripping media?

Do I despair?
End it all?
Is there hope?
Hope?
Salvation?
Hope?