This is a look in my crazy. I have often wondered what is it that will live on. What part of us resist change? Why do we choose the hide or deny feelings? If we are all aware that emotional intelligence, emotional release (crying), and vulnerability make a full life. So what is it that stops us?
What is it that lives on?
Beautiful words, sweet sounds
Memories that fill the air
What is it that resists change?
Spoiled soul, broken soul
Fear in all he does
What is is that feels?
Knowing love, hearing hate
Lost to time forever
What is it that grows?
Lives long, sees all
Caring not who sits to judge
Matthew Plotner 