I see a flash in the sky,
Hear rumbling against the ground,
Feel the touch of a rain drop on my nose
Smell what could be a storm...
But what does it take to be that alive
To feel life at its best?
And who even knows if life has a best,
Maybe this world is unlike
What we picture in our minds
Like this poem that isn't a poem
Or this journal that tells so much
Yet hides everything,
While telling of my hopes and dreams
What's been going on in my life
But so little of what I think
What goes on in my mind...
Is that what life is like?
A conversation based on interest
Perhaps even intellect, charm, and good looks
Then realizing life revolves around one thing
That each generation seems to abuse
Like each starry night
Hidden beneath the dark clouds
Or the sigh that seems to settle upon coming out
Perhaps it's the "I love you's" left unsaid
Maybe even the days left unlived
But then just maybe
It could be laughing uncontrollably
Surrounded by people who accept you
Just the way you are
Like the awe of lightening striking,
Thundering echoing in the backround,
The slow drizzle turning into pouring rain
And all elements of the storm combining...
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