Work in Progress

Work in Progress

Sometimes in my head

I think how beautiful it would be

To have a world that chose

To live so peacefully

 

To end all the wars

And dismantle poverty

To disengage slavery

And embrace our own liberties

 

But I think of the art

That’s come from all the pain

And all of the insight

That we have yet to learn

 

Sometimes in my head

I think how beautiful it is

To have a world that chose

To be a work in progress instead

 

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