My thoughts dry up faster than the ink on the paper
Do I blame the pen?
I missed the wind when I cast my sail too late
Do I blame the wind?
The world is in turmoil
Do I blame one Man?

Just how weak we are when we use blame as a tool
Judgment, critique, a pedestal for fools
Who have never composed, sailed on a lake
Or ruled a Country, for Heaven’s sake

Trial and error with lessons learned
Is all we should seek, all we should yearn
Pride in attempts to perfect our plan
Because we can’t blame the pen, wind or the Man
For our empty heads or a changing wind,
A clash of politics or religious sins

I had a very bad experience this weekend that left me highly questioning the placement of blame in the world we live in. Hence, this thought was born. If we could replace blame with hope, perhaps once we could see a better day? Wishing you all a bit of the beauty and love out there this week.
Heather