Counter Clockwise

It seems like the more I rise up
The harder I fall down
I think about all of life's trials
And its tribulations,and things like
How does heartache choose its victim's? and
Why is death the only promised and most delievered event? and
Why does rain blend with pain striken tears and combine together as one to become a rain shower of blessed water?
Life is a set of tracks that determines its directions at the last moment.
There is no preset destiny or road it must follow.
You go where it takes you, and have little opportunity to choose how fast or slow it goes.
You can't stop to smell a rose, or run to leave misery.
The clock ticks at the same pace whether you can keep up or not.
Pain to one is pain to another, contradictory to one man's garbage is another's treasure.
When pain is unleashed, there are people who care about it's effects,
But when trash is thrown away...we are taught not think twice of where is ends up.
For it is only trash and can be of no use.
Whose to say our left overs can't be a homeless persons survival?
Whose to say that no one hurts when they are lonely?
Whose to say that only the good die young?
As the rain falls down, and polluted air rises and we remain stuck in between,
Life's meaning should be taken into account.
Its a battle of the heart against itself.
Life is priceless and should be treated accordingly.