What Do We Hold Dear?

Love, is it pure, is it sacred, is it lust, is it sin, or do we care?

What do we hold dear? Our life, our child, our family, our friends, or do we care?

Can we believe in something we can not see, or can we only see the things we believe?

Is it today we live, or yesterday that we died, and today we live again, and then die again?

Where is our love, where is our mind, where is our passion, our desire, our admire?

Is it real or is it just imagination for the time, pinch yourself and see if you are real

Be real with yourself, so that you can be real with others and the world

Ask yourself what do you hold dear, life, breath, love, sex, dreams, or success

Hang on to what you hold on to, if you close your eyes it might disappear, or you

Might just find out you have been holding on to what you find dear all along when

You look up and see the heavens and believe in the stars and the planets

And your planet earth, hold on dear, because it is real and you are not dreaming

You are alive, and you are living!