Shift

There was when I would write a hundred rhymes a month or more, some months several hundred rhymes. I called them rhymes. They could be called lyrics or poems or rap by others. Metered lines rhyming at the end of each line. There was one purpose to my writing and that was to find the words that would save the world. To express the hope for humankind to find the love within the heart and let that love overcome the fear that divides us. Somewhere along the way, some time during the last decade or two, there was a major shift in focus. The purpose of my writing today seems to be to find the words to complain about the human experience, the loneliness, the lack of appreciation, the ignorance, an the fear at the root of it all. Somehow, the hope wanes and the belief in humanity is disappearing. The will to save the world fades.

The written gardens have become opinions and complaints in blogs and other strangers.

I wonder where we'll go from here.

Narf :)