probably
too big a subject |
to
tackle in a poem |
maybe
too big a subject |
to
tackle in a song |
but what
can one write |
about
this grand, complicated thing |
that we
all have in common |
We are
all born with it |
We all
have it taken away |
and in
between we struggle |
with its
meaning
|
|
Its
mysteries are vast |
they
overwhelm us sometimes |
so most
of the time we don't even |
think
about it
|
just let
it go by |
Those
are the times we feel no weight |
no
mystery |
no
confusion |
but we
also don't feel any meaning |
Then we
think about it again |
and are,
once again, overwhelmed |
|
Some get
too frustrated-- |
They
give up |
They
either end it,or |
just
exist |
I don't
know which is worse |
both are
cop-outs |