Why do we matter?
Why do we care?
For all the good it
does to us
The end is not so
fair.
We have all our
needs and wants,
Our selfish feelings
too
And after all the
singing's done
We return to what we
were.
It cannot be so
wrong to want,
A better life and
way.
To be a stronger
better man
With a better
stronger mind.
No one cares to help
the poor
Of mind, or focus on
the help
When needed, for
those
Whose life is barely
there.
A life that has no
meaning
Is worse than being
dead.
For living every day
in hell,
Absorbed in misery
and strife.
Concocting potions,
to enable
Life to continue
just one day,
In case the morning
brings
The long awaited
peace, that
Comes from breathing
One last and final
breath.
Many try but few
achieve the
Luxury of peace. To
dwell
Amongst the living
souls
And walk among the
dead.
Condemned to die
from when
We are born, we walk
a lonely
Path, avoiding all
the awkward
Steps that might be
placed before
Our feet, to trip us
on our way.
So we take the easy
route
To end in misery,
unless
We have the courage
now,
To take a charge
upon our
Life and pull it to
the fore.
To make our life a
better place,
Than ever it was,
but is the
Spirit there, can it
be relied
Upon to push us when
we flag,
Or will we end in
misery
Because we do not
trust.
I have dreams and
wishes
Too, abundant and so
real
They will never all
come true
Just one will have
to make
The grade and make
me smile
For once. A moment
of pure
Pleasure and I will
leave complete
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