Words abound as hearts flutter

Love but not for hearts but for arts,
Learning self through art,
Art is but a mirror reflecting,
One's soul revealed through inspecting.

Kin or Foe, life's abating,
Life or Death, kin's awaiting.
Rich or Poor, death will claim,
Right or Wrong, time decides.

Diversification,
Change.
Unending,
Infinity.

Four sentences can only say so much,
Yet four words can say so much more.

Idiots of today, Geniuses of tomorrow

Musings

Fire burns, wind blows,
Earth stays and water flows.
There are ups, there are downs,
Things will happen, it is life.

Rigors of time, coming of age,
Maturing early, hungering sage.
Yet know it all, it is not enough,
For some things he will never know.

Simple pleasures, simple life,
Yet desires for greatness always grows.
Greatness arrives, greatness goes,
What's left but a withering rose.

Yearning souls earn no reprieve,
Wanderlust soon consumes it.
The journey starts not today,
But when the time is nigh.

Trekking on without a thought,
Never certain where he will stop.
Till night arrives and weary thoughts,
He will spend the night on the spot.

His life but a fleeting, yet time stands still.
The moment earned, of a former glory.
Rigors wrought upon a battered body,
His body falters and starts to rock.

Searching the world, for what might be,
Focused finding yet for naught.
For what he seeks, he yearns for most,
Was right where he started and where he stops.

Idiots of today, Geniuses of tomorrow