Here we are in our billions, though no one asked to be;
Stumbling along and blazing a trail toward future history.
Patterns keep repeating, nothing new is under the sun,
And all of us in quiet desperation, each and every one....
I see no reason to being here, no reason to being born.
One day mankind simply appeared on some forgotten morn.
Not one person shares their thinking with another soul.
With eyes blinking in the misty light, each seeks his goal....
It's a dry empty desert with no place to slake one's thirst.
No one trails behind in last place, and no one leads in first.
'Round and 'round my thinking goes, never to find an end.
I am only trying like all the others to see around the bend....
If there were no God, everyone would invent their own.
Here among six billion, we cannot bear being alone.
Bewilderment permeates deep within to our visceral core.
We eat the food for thought upon our plate, few ask for more....
And still we feel an emptiness, we are hungry all the time.
Nothing satisfies our bellies and nothing satisfies our minds.
We are all too afraid to stay and much too afraid to go,
But something nice awaits at the end, the Bible tells us so....
Happiness is a word invented by those who don't think too much,
Although if we told the truth, we each need a happiness crutch.
On we will go until the last, staying confused and always afraid,
And I truly don't think anyone knows the price that must be paid.....
