ROB64 said:This poem was written by a friend of mine...
There is a reason
We dream these dreams
We see what we see
But sometimes
Most times
We are blind to the meanings
This film of life
Is not about action
Instant satisfaction
And mere entertainment
I wonder what that meant
These scenes we act out everyday
Each time, trying some new way
Do you not wonder, who wrote the script?
Many times read, no page ripped
And who was the director?
When you are the star
I don't know never know
Just out how far
That is without a doubt..talent.