THE HUMAN STRUGGLE
 
 

In a world of half said things,
where we must read between the lines,
where the truth is so hard to deal with,
and people hiding between their signs...

In confusion and deceit,
everyone clawing for his own,
where it is so hard to trust,
let alone to love and believe...

Where to go for sanity,
how can it be preserved,
the things so unsettled,
and time slipping away...

With only a life to live,
full of so many days and hours,
and so much to try to accomplish,
and so many obstacles to overcome.

After many years of trying,
looking back can become a fright,
when realization hits you,
that you haven't traveled so far...

Still the same problems as back when,
you were going to conquer the world,
it seemed so easy back then,
so much time in reserve...

The time was spent,
a moment at a time,
trading those precious minutes,
for little more than a thin dime.

The dimes are long ago gone,
the minutes have all been spent,
to where we are right now,
with the same journey ahead...

Is it somewhere we must get,
will getting there heal the pains,
will the tears be forgotten,
when that goal is attained?

Dizzy and confusing,
on the road to somewhere,
to even if you don't get there
we're on the road of life,
just the same...

All the travelers we encounter,
many with a smiling face,
will they ever admit to you ,
they're in the same human race...

Masks are worn all over,
people pretending to be cool...
it's a silent journey...
we're on our own, no matter,
what else you may perceive...

Will the journey ever end,
the struggles we encounter,
will that day come upon us,
with real smiles and real happiness..

We must keep on truckin',
just in case, it's really there,
the reason for the journey,
the reason for the pain and despair...
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
November 23, 1998