Yesterday a hazy memory
Tomorrow is but a dream
Today’s expectations working hard
to build a head of steam

Avoiding pain
and chasing pleasure
Another vice
for good measure
We cannot stay
So, we’re on our way
searching for that hidden treasure
of heaven’s fragrance
in the air
that lets us know
that love is there

There’s more to you
than your problems
There is more to life than fun
Most of us have much to learn
so, you aren’t the only one

There is no place in which to flee
There is no place to hide
Running is no solution
The ones who know have tried

There are no easy answers
to questions no one asks
But, if you can find
who you really are
you can toss that heavy mask

If all is quiet
in your life at the front
be thankful for a roof and a floor
But, get out the mops
before the other shoe drops
and water rushes through
every door

One day an embittered man
examined his rage for God
He resented God’s lack of protection from his imaginary demons
In the man’s saner moments
he found this notion disturbing
but knew that all the prayers
in the world would not change a thing because this mistaken belief
is how he coped with an unjust world
Each disappointing day
that didn’t go his way
he raged against God
until he could no longer say
that God  loved him

It is what it is
But, that is all that it is
Otherwise, it’s drama

To see not light
but, only darkness
is to live in a world
under a dull and lifeless spell
A type of trance or sleep
where dreams are as black as night
and the soul is nothing other than
a fellow cave dweller