2006-04-03 12:23:14 ET|
in the beginning
there was an idea.
this idea began inside a head that was full.
full of dread,
and self pity.
the idea was very bright as compared to others that the mind had thought of.
it involved a group of people that meant the world to him
it was an idea that would hopefully bring them together,
making all ideals understood and supported.
and so the mind carried on with a thought, a whim, and a hope.
but something went wrong
and the mind began to second guess himself
and became afraid of what he had done
and out of fear he ran
like a child
and becuase of the fear he had
a war flared between the group.
this is a war over an idea, and and action.
but little did the mind realize that the idea was no idea at all
only a hopeless ideal.
and so the group split in two
and they fought
hell, along with everything in it had been unchained
the intentions were never to harm anyone
he wanted to find himself
discover what he could do
while still having a group to support him
he was sorry that he started all things
but he knew there was nothing he could do
he just hoped that maybe the groups
would just stop
and look at themselves
for they were doing nothing but acting like children
acting selfish over something that only one person can control
love and intentions
the friends &
he wanted them to try to understand his situation
but they never did
they were to concerned with winning the war
and in the end...
the only person that died from all of the gunfire between the two sides
was the one who started it all.
with any war
there are casualties
and with any war
the ones who survive
block out what had happened
to the through the times
and move on with their lives and loves
and the memories of the ones who fought for peace