What good does it do

What good does it do

To dwell in the past.

With your thoughts

Never present,

For more than a second.

Fleeting moments

Of harmony, as the world

Flies by

In discord.

Seeing it all again,

As if for the first time.

Treating each day

The same way.

The first glimpse,

Of the rest of your life.

And with a tender heart,

You risk being torn apart,

In the recoil.

What happens to love,

When it is used

As a reason to kill.

Feeding on youth,

Seeking a thrill.

As in the aging eye,

The world passes by

In an inkling.

Please, my friend,

This is not the end,

If you embrace

The reason for thinking,

And breathing.

What good will it do,

To forget,

That love is a union,

Of mind,

Body and soul.

Hold on to that thought,

It will keep you whole.

Until you find a way

To love everyone,

Including me.

When, as far as I can see,

All religions,

Preach peace.

So please, please, please,

Let it be.