Reflecting on moments in time as they come
seeking the meaning of each memories rhyme 
Each glimpse in the past of each action which taken
brings only insight in the present situation
Understanding that thinking and planning ahead
brings more to the table than a bottle or led 

Each person is born with no reason of acting
No reason to hate or to love ever asking
The teaching of those which surround that new born
brings back traces of memories that are rhymes when unfold
The pattern, or reason, the lessons or seasons

No cost is too great to teach love than small hate
we are both just another small piece of the puzzle
Lasting only a portion of any glimpse of distortion 
We could teach, reverse, reenact or recourse,
We could hate, or diminish, be trashed on, or perish

There are lessons to learn to whom life brings each new born
It is up to the taking to each person for making
Give an opportunistic attitude with a gifted reaction  
to bring what they feel this earth needs in great deal satisfaction
Be it love, Be it hate; be it no matter the fate
As long as each other realizes the point of life's blunder