Story Of A Phoenix...

Blessings under the sunshine,
Everyday seems to rhyme,
Everybody trying to run ahead of time,
Too much work to do, Too many kind.

Looking at that Square box made out of 0 and 1,
Sometimes, maybe, It might look fun,
But once you have to run,
It's worse than staying whole day under the sun.

Looking at another kind made out of wood,
One that you hold and the other to write, which student make it as dog food,
Neither it's easy to write nor look,
I rather hang myself with a hook.

Listening to noises you don't wanna hear,
Listening to news that makes you fear,
Listening to bad news that shed tears,
Listening to music that let your mind clear.

Look on the bright side,
Rather than you focus on the dark,
You can run, listen, see and even feel right,
While some just forever in the X mark.

Appreciate what you have and what your capable of,
If one day you let yourself rot,
Reconsider or just let it be and off,
Let the needs to have what they lack to be their coat.