WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO?

BY SCOTT B. THOMPSON, SR. AND A.I.N. STEIN

Where do you want to go

When the air feels heavy with sorrow?

When the noise of angry voices

Fills tomorrow before it begins?

They speak so loudly on the evening news,

Telling us what to think,

Telling us who to fear.

They point their fingers across the aisle

And call it truth.

They say one half of us is wrong,

Then turn and say the same

About the rest.

And somewhere in between

We lose the sound of kindness.

They sing their songs of worry and doubt,

Strumming chords of fear

Softly at first—

Until the whole world hums along.

Money changes hands like promises do,

Slipping quietly from pocket to pocket.

Greed grows in silent corners

Where gentle hearts used to be.

And still they say,

“Trust me… but not them.”

While courtesy fades

Like a photograph left in the sun.

But listen closely—

There is something else in the air.

There are hands still reaching  out

In the darkest hour.

There are hearts still beating

For someone else’s pain.

There are souls who give

Without counting the cost.

Love lingers

In the sweetness of simple goodness.

Kindness blooms

Where hatred tries to take root.

Yes, we are different—

Different faces, different colors,

Different dreams dyed bright as pink hair—

But different does not mean divided.

We were never meant to stand alone.

War may shout its anger,

But peace whispers softly

And waits for us to answer.

Working together

Has always been the better song.

Pulling apart

Only leaves the melody unfinished.

A long-haired dreamer once sang

That love is all you need.

And maybe, just maybe,

He was right.

So share what you have.

Let someone lean on you.

Be the bridge

When the water rises high.

If you believe in God,

Let that faith shine gently from your life.

And if you don’t,

Let your own quiet goodness

Light the way.

Where do you want to go?

Maybe the better question is—

Who do you want to be

When we get there?

THE PRECEDING PROSE WAS CONCEIVED BY ME AND WRITTEN BY A. I. N. STEIN, AKA ALFRED EINSTEIN, WHO AS SOME ANCIENT ALIEN PROPONENTS SAY,  WAS HIMSELF AN ARTIFICIAL ANCIENT ALIEN.