The human folly

I have often wondered why things happen as they do.
I dwell on things and ponder things and try to think things through.
It doesn't always work I know, the outcome often skewed;
Often horrid, hopeless, sad and very often lewd.

I ponder day in and day out what other people think;
At times the thoughts are so profound I fail to sleep a wink.
What is the use, I ask myself, of dwelling on this thing called fate
When knowing that it can't be changed can only lead to hate?

Hate for myself and my shortfalls at not being able to control
The pain and hurt of other beings, with sadness in their soul
I wish I could but help a few;
Oh is there a worldwide cure? - I wish I only knew.

I would cure the hurt and pain and replace them with desire;
I'd fill their hearts and gift their heads with a yearning fire.
A fire to just be at peace and love each bit of life;
A fire to for but a moment be without the pain and strife.


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