My gaze is fixed on the chance that life can envelope hospitality and relieve scorn covered wrath. <br />Bewildered by the branding that society states that its impossible to achieve for those with limitless gratuity. <br />Over the horizon are the dreams of those that have no clue on how to express them. <br />That light at the end of the tunnel is flickering because of the disbelief that inner wisdom is valuable. <br />Sold! To the person with the most money that has the least of the needs and is overstocked in selfishness. <br />Oh the bitter taste of regret, its best served to some other poor soul who believes in the collective. <br />WAKE UP!<br /><br />John Earing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-awakening-33/
