The sky is overflowing <br />with dysfunctional messiahs. <br /> <br /> <br />They are young. <br />They have the eyes of boys <br />and the hearts of kings. <br />They are trapped by <br />a ruthless aching for <br />brigher lights, greater warmth, <br />life more holy and free. <br /> <br /> <br />Tomorrow tehy will realize <br />time grows the way <br />we want it to, and that <br />all anyone ever searches for <br />is a place where love is possible.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-for-a-whimsical-mortician/
