The Journey To the Other Land

The sun shines brightly but the days grow ever dimmer The birds fill the air with song but all that is heard is the ticking of the clock As age steadily overcomes us the mind moves to a different plane Those things that thrilled us as children and young adults seem meaningless We no longer compete for love, for recognition or even for self-satisfaction The explanations of learned men of life's mysteries become nonsensical We look to the heavens and say to ourselves "what should I believe?" The world is filled with beautiful things but that beauty is tarnished by human greed It would seem that the mountain of human compassion is too steep for most to climb As those that climb upward are pulled back down by those that glorify evil Wars wage on, people starve and the rich wallow in their extravagances It is said that if the world is ever to change it is we that must make it happen But the energy to act quickly abandons us and we cast our meager weapons aside So as age slowly moves each of us ever closer toward the end of life as we know it Our dreams become filled with flashes of our past lives and irreversible regrets Sometimes we find ourselves dreaming only to find ourselves seemingly fully awake Could it be that the journey to the other land is already underway?