Hugging the sun for a reason to love
Juggling balls of thought for a people
Never finding an answer to evolve
Together we stand, seldom are equal

Imaginary visions, over time
Cold souls freeze in glaciers happy endings
The question remains to be lost in rhyme
How can some things end with no beginning

Find a smile in a cloud of tomorrows
While holding your breath under the water
Someday you might have to beg and borrow
Because sometimes life only gets harder

But if God only gave angels His gifts
Our lives would mean nothing, not even exist

//James Adrian is a contributor to The Periphery.