Commotion of Emotions

It is subtle, It comes in many forms. The castle we wish to build, Lies on a cloud of storms! In hope yet we lay the bricks, In passion we stack them tall; The castle is close to complete, When the storm blows it all. It comes in all shapes, At times early, at times late- And takes away all the construct, That could've made a castle great! The blown bricks fall from the sky, Hurt heads and hearts all alike; And there remains no explanation, To counter the pain that strikes! But the castle wasn't meant for us - But for all that have been hurt; And it's not the bricks that matter, But the pain absurd. For Castles built in a day are weak, They crumble with the slightest crack; But only cracks accumulated overtime, Build something that new-fold castles lack! And when the castle has seen, All that is and could be; It is a sanctuary, a humble abode - For not us, but all that were hurt in its making!

In the chaos of tomorrow, We live today, Adjusted by compromise, Or so we say. With shields around our chests, And thoughts to play, We believe we are saved, But the heart is where the enemies lay! In madness and insanity, We grow up and grow old, We live on charity, Of the future world. Guided by incompetent wisdom, And guided by fear, To make a choice today, To the future we adhere. A future of our minds, A future that isn't clear, And we push away the needed, And hold the pain dear! Renegades write stories of revolution, Of freedom and of love, Now they are lost in evolution, Of time and time above. Someone bring them back, They are much needed now, Someone find their homes, Let them tell what the future is about. And bask in their light - a moment or two, Let the seeds of an abiding present sprout, Let the air be clean, And there be no doubt. The future terrifies us, The past haunts us do...