Life Is a Bed of Roses

Why is life so dear? Beyond my grasp, yet near inside Age ages me - despair rages me Where am I leaning? Time toys with us Where and when we go nobody knows Does the time for us diminish? Or was it never there The soil, the tulip, the rain - have no thoughts Feel no pain - suffer no loss - nor love of gain The beast, the fish - have limited thoughts Live in worlds ruled by might and fear - not reason We are designed for so much more Yet superficial surface we live Material quests dominate human needs We pursues endless nothingness Man walks stalks what his senses reveal Falsely led by accumulation - falsely driven by ego Sharp blades skating on the surface ice Detached from what lurks below inside We are designed for so much more Yet superficial surfaces we live Material quests dominate human needs We pursue endless nothingness Where do I find what I wanted? Fraught with minimalness Was it ever there or too far beyond.... I still can't see her and I fear it's too late But never experienced that joy Swimming or drowning Where does evil live, if not Time holds me still or is it fear? Chuck Keys