| 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 |
