Are we an island
within the ocean of Humanity
Waiting for we know not what
seeing reality even less.
Hope stands within our doorstep
are we afraid to let it in
Wishing that boredom would pass
while success grabs us from within.
Like a cloud within the wind
we watch the waves of opportunity
Lapping the shores of life each day
Churning the sands of time.
Hoping we won't be the prey of time
still fearing that we will
What might we do to escape
for within success we are changing.
Do not lose ourselves to change
for we are the mountains
Being washed away by the sea
turning into those sand of time
Where the ostrich's head will always be.
showing the semblance of being free
For are we the ostrich or the bee
opposites of the Human tree
Always hiding from change
or the writer of life's mysteries.
The tides of time wait for no one
waves rolling over those who will not see
Never grasping the gold mines of knowledge
that will help our species destiny.
For the places we hide our heads
Leaves sand within our eyes
Missing those passing opportunities
slowly blowing away to die.