Drums and sands

Unhappy

Blue burgeoning sky
Sings of home
And all the things we should know
The rains, the clouds
They float and come
Without a care
Yet, man must responsibility bear
Be he free or in shackles
Where your freedom ends
Another's begins.

When earth was younger
When fishes flew
And donkeys swam
And eagles crawled like snakes
Then surely was a time
When we could be whatever
Our souls imagined.
We loved with all nature
We emptied ourselves
Loved wholeheartedly
We felt there was nothing we couldn't do.
Children -that's what we were.
Children!

With age the rose tinted lens came off
The love we so heartily shared
Was packed away and given only
When we deemed it fit.
We gave up singing and playing
Playing for all it was worth.
We took up maturity
And responsibilities.
Our lives took form
Our horizons constricted.
That's what we are now;
Human robots.
We eat, drink, talk and act
The way society -our programmer bid us
We aim for perfection
But we forget that no one is perfect,
We forget that once upon a time
Perfection didn't matter.
Adults -that's what we are now.
Adults!

But then we realize
That life isn't quite what we make of it
Life is to be lived free
Yes, free without a bother or borders
Yes, we realize
That those things we hunted for
When our blood was hot
And our muscles strong and sinewy
Weren't the exact things we really needed.
We thought we wanted money and power
We had it and we never had enough.
We now know we want love and peace and contentment.
Exactly all that we should be
Now we're way to frail
To find these things.
So many prices to pay
Ghosts and debts come a hunting from our pasts.
Old - that's what we are.
Old!!

The unlucky 'us' who do not find
These things that the soul seeks
Go to our graves shabby and dry.
Bones to the present,
Mistakes to the past.
Be it known then
That's the price of life isn't
In the great acquisitions
Money, houses, cars, women
But in the difference you make
In the peace you lend
The contentment you feel at the end of life's long road
Far be it from you
That you are lost from the world
That you add nothing to the planet.
You'll be like the leaves
Lifted, blown and tossed by life's wind.
I say, be the wind that moves things
To where they be.
Let men pay heed!
You should know what you grasp!
The dead -that's what we're called.
The dead!