I could write a hundred poems
In a day
What would they all say
They’d say
I could write a hundred poems
In a day
Things can be heaven
Things can be hell
Easy rhymes
Hard stories to tell
But this isn’t one of those
Maybe
I think
I’ve drawn from the well
Too many times
Drawn a map for the future
Used too many signs
In what seems like a dark room
Are just too many blinds
On the lower side of the spectrum
My opinion
But there are just too many minds
Thinking nirvana is a rainbow
With bright coloured lights
Not knowing
It’s the beginning and ending
To all things
One colour
White
Peace
I guess it’s just harder
To see the spectrum at night
With arguments about wrong
Gone so far left
Because they never took a step to the right
So if I wrote a hundred poems in a day
What would I really write
Fiction like a playwright
Based in reality
Telling children
Who can hear
To listen
With their sight
Nay
Like a horse
Gets you to laugh
So forget everything else I just said
A hundred poems
In a day
This is what they would say
Laugh
Enjoy everyday like
It was your first fight
And you lived to talk about it
After a hundred poems
There should be nothing more to say
Right