On the 3rd Day

 I see you’ve failed...

Get up and try again.

I see you’re unclean...

Find some water and wash yourself off.

I see that you’re lost...

Follow the brightest star and I promise you’ll find your way.

I see your troubled...

Take a second, I know the world is moving too fast for you to keep up.

You’re afraid, and alone, drowning in your own state of a conscience battle.

Here is a pen and a pad, on the third day of your sorrow and pity I want you to create your own world through some form of art then together we’ll rise.

Together we’ll resurrect.

Together we’ll create a better world. 

Why give up now? 

We’ll get it done on the 3rd day.

Together.