Feeling Tired and Wondering Where We're Going

This is the hardest part of my existence: Waiting. Waiting for something to happen...to me.

My heart is filled with longing,
My Head is full of pain,
My eyes are steeped with crying,
Due to the sorrow that remains.

My wants they all are wonting,
My hopes and dreams, are unfullfilled,
My planet's people, dying,
Asleep still in their shells.

They prim, and prime, and focus,
So intensely all the day,
Upon what they call real,
And still woe rules the day.

People destroying each other,
In the name of their gods,
To light yet another fire,
Oh yes the beast of war rolls on.

I'm not afraid to fight for,
The things that we believe in,
I'm just so goddamn tired,
Of the ways that we deceive in.

Mockery of others' ways,
Indignant to their light of day,
Uncaring to the sacred ways,
Sacred ways of every other.

All things they must stay the same,
Woe to any others' games,
No way! we shall look to their ways,
Ours are *always* brighter!

I tire of the endless dreams,
That go out unfullfilled,
I tire of the tireless streams,
Of thoughts that shoot to kill.

I want us to all finally see,
Desires of our most sacred dreams,
Come upon unto our reality,
And change our aching world. . .

Into an Awake world!

Humble Fishe's Thought for the Day:

WAKE UP! SEARCH FOR PEACE! FIND IT WITHIN! SHARE IT WITH OTHERS! SHARE YOURSELF WITH OTHERS! --The Humble Fishe