Waste of words
how absurd
to waste your words
and your breath

Beauty beckons
and still we persist
to ignore it
in our anger

Joy floats by
in the peace we mock
and we feel justified
only if we find a reason
to fight

Why throw away
what you already have
for something
you can never obtain?

There will always be
something to fight about
But you may have already missed
today's sunrise

It won't be the same one tomorrow
Why let that one escape too?