Shots go off in the news
The words gets smaller—and scarier—yet
The same old drama floods the headlines
And my cell phone
Everyone’s still so petty & self-absorbed
Their world becomes THE world
And they can’t see that it’s all bigger
That all of this can be gone tomorrow
By a madman with a gun or a terrorist with little regard for his own life
The world keeps turning, great
But not with love & laughter & art & beauty
But with hate & anger & strife & angst
Will we never learn?
Will tragedy never change us until it hits home?
Do we have to lose mom, dad, friend, co-worker, brother, sister to stop fighting & start living?
Tomorrow’s never promised, but are we working towards a better one?
Time is precious so where is our drive, our purpose?
What are you doing today & why?
Make it matter.