So I write
To skip a beat
I’ll make the bread
But where’s the meat?
I drive fast
To chase my goals
I never stop
To rest my soul
But now I stop
And my eyes see
Rest a moment
Feel the scene
Actually
I’ve come to see
If I thrive in reality
Sometimes I don’t believe
But then I witness those who suffer
Have no supper
Eating out of garbage dumpsters
While others splurge
On the unmoral urge
To gain more and more
And enlarge their floors
But why is this so
Blow slow
Look up
Where did the ceilings go
Writing By Emily 