If one could be the beam of light

That guides us through the darkened waters

Or the diamond buried in the rock

Shinning through the dark grey matter

If one could be the blossoming flower

Sprouting among death of the others

Or the raindrop sliding from the leaves

Still standing out in surrounding water

If one could carry the luck of a thousand clovers

Only to never see their true power

Or have the elegance and the grace

Of the wind that carries the trees

If one could stand above the clouds

Just to dream of something further

Or could be the thought of reason

And the calm purity of truth

If one could be all these things

Maybe then, would I be good enough for you?

In a world of black and white,

Shattered dreams laying on the sidewalk,

Beautiful arrays of flashing red lights,

Kites of litter sore through the skies

Where,

Smoke dances over even the tallest trees

Muggy fog delicately hovers above

Nothing is as pure and clean as disease

And the tender touch of paper is mistaken for love

Even in this world,

Colorful flora blooms through the shadows

Of the forest with its many shades of green

Only living by today and tomorrows

For nothing but everything in between