By David Ruiz
We’re told not to worry
It is as they say
We are encouraged to hurry
Needlessly, at the dawn of every day
Our future remains dim
We don’t know what’s to come
We cannot take our aim
If we do naught but assume
The Striking Blue water is seldom observed
So much that when it appears, it causes a stir
Our reflections are clear, and our mind is undarkened
Contrasted to when we live our lives showing false devoir
Our world, she looks pitiful at best
Like a dying mistress laid out upon the radiant rays of the sun
We can only thrive at our own behest
Better than waiting to be falsely lead by a tyrannical son
We’re told not to worry
It is as they say
We are encouraged to hurry
Needlessly, at the dawn of every day
Our future remains dim
We don’t know what’s to come
We cannot take our aim
If we do naught but assume
The Striking Blue water is seldom observed
So much that when it appears, it causes a stir
Our reflections are clear, and our mind is undarkened
Contrasted to when we live our lives showing false devoir
Our world, she looks pitiful at best
Like a dying mistress laid out upon the radiant rays of the sun
We can only thrive at our own behest
Better than waiting to be falsely lead by a tyrannical son