Thoughts and questions of our Drama,
Keep on pounding, haunting me.
Who, what are we on this planet?
Not explained by History,
Are we really the creation,
Of Something we cannot see?
We create, destroy and murder,
Lie, control politically,
We are always pushing further,
Where all innocence should be.
We are creatures born of darkness,
And a human mystery,
Love sometimes will light that darkness
Be Our only Victory.
That is how We left the caves,And started making History.
Making it always possibleThe Other, thru red hot coalsTo rake,How can I fool you?Then say it was a mistakeBy now we should knowThat most of whatWe call ‘people’Are but a living mistake.
Could youUnderstandThe way,Love is to feel?I wish I could,Express, the thrillThat love can giveWhen real.Some think thatLove,Is madeOf angel sighs and wings,So difficult to envisionOr to explain,So therefore we mustDream and hope,That what we feelIs real,And if it isJust bless the blissThat’s felt,So deep, within,For heaven youShall hold and win!
Quality is what we should give others,As a sign of our personality,And the best we have to share.
Who can you believe, today?Communications are meantTo purposely deceive,And torment.Bombarded by false news,Invaded by trivia,Society falls,And decency stallsAs we all dance our wayInto oblivion,And spend maybe, another trillionAs we waste away,In just another useless day.
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
