People

Why are people so hopelessly restrained
Giving meaningless justifications
as if all our prior words have been feigned
Flaming my temper, trying my patience

Why do they retreat into their dark caves
Hiding from the grand adventure that 'waits
It's too risky to live; to love, to be brave
So they trounce inspiration, beckon fate

They paint in rosy hues but see in gray
Flatten their 'dentities, become living ghosts
Live for one and throw the world away
Lose the mountain key when hope is very most

Life's too short to live in passionate lack
Throw yourself out there and the world comes back.