been too long

Arbitrary to the weary
Strength through hopeful desires
Living with eyes constantly teary
Content with something to hope for
Misanthropic ideals coming from a loving mind
This world offers so much to hate and despise
Religion and racial slurs killing time after time
When will humanity see the world through a blind man’s eyes?
No skin color, no perfection through an anorexic lifestyle
This disgust stretches for a mile
Respect lost without any signs of recovery
In a recession full of lost souls
Personalities once full now empty
This sadness has left many gaping wholes

...and love, oh the sweet stench of love
The sickness we call love for another
A sickness better accepted,
and when weary let go
Speaking too hastly some may say
Love may leave some with a broken clock
The clock resting inbetween your ribcage
That no longer goes tic toc tic toc
Rightfully so it helps those with a series of mishaps
One must fail on numerous occasions to succeed
Mother always said learn from your mistakes
For your mistakes will often become your accomplishments
What if my mistakes are outnumbered?
Out Dated?
There will always be that perfect answer, that perfect number,
Maybe that number is waiting, holding still
No time waited is worthy without searching
Spend less time sobbing and more time trying