by Cat Biker

To exist is nothing
To be alive is nothing.
But to love,
To love God,
To love a woman,
That is something.
Not to love one's self,
But of ran instant,
Just an instant,
To want to do good, sacrifice all
Or be willing to sacrifice all,
That is necessary for love's happiness.
In all your life you are nothing, and for one
Instant you are in the state of unselfish
Love, you have become something.
The worst falls for the best.
Always it is so.
One's weakness is upheld
On the other's strength.
Always there is deception.
But is it always as says Mr. Blue?
Or it is evil,
is it cruel,
is it self seeking,
is it piteous,
is It, as before,
of your self?
There was a light,
A light that is not bright,
But a light that is good, that is wise,
that gives,
not takes,
that is wonder,
that is beautiful.
It is not the bulb that is beautiful,
But the light, the effect, the warmth, the goodness,
A line from a direct, gray orb, a radiance
So compelling as to be able to rule, to make good the most evil tendencies.
It is the power to create, to draw out, the good where there was none before,
This can rule destiny.