Right Kind

Live to die, Unseen by the most keen of eye.
See us here, See us there, Were everywhere.
Into and yet already gone, where was that deep bond?
The one the prophecy fortold, one that is richer than gold.
It's hard to find, indeed it is. But it's hard to, when you don't know where.
In the heart or mind, must it be one of a kind?
Rise to the passion, Fall of the utter distraction.
one the heart led, filled that hole with a full bed.
Awoken from sleep, finding the pen to be deep.
From this you wrote words, hands not stopping moving onwards.
A poem, thy has written. Climbing your way to the throne.
For people to listen near and far, the words begging for you to hear.
As the poet writes for those to read, and for enjoyment to breed.
Then no poet am I, this is no lie.
Writing words for me, To find a solution for tv.
Nothing I've made the materials weren't given, to help find a mind driven.
What to take to heart, What to take to mind.
I Wonder, What is the right kind?