The Dream of Life

The purpose of living isn’t all just giving But receiving back in return; It’s a two-way street not always so sweet When lessons are meant to be learned. The dream of life is struggle and strife And love like it has no end; Every moment is a double edged sword Where enemies might become friends. The potential’s inside to laugh or cry At the weariness time invokes; While appearances change what’s really strange Is fear on the other side of hope. And children playing in complete abandon Immersed in the here and now; Jesus said be just like them But we missed the message somehow. This life is a gift, a mysterious lift From out of the who knows where, why or when; All that is real is the love that we feel And all of the pain when it ends. Although nothing’s ever final they say Because the universe is a gigantic mind; Interwoven and interconnected throughout The fabric we call time. Dark and light, black and white, North, south, east and west; Opposites attract and interact Like wakefulness and rest. The dream of life is to see this life Deeper than oceans lay wide; From cradle to death we tend to forget Our home is the boundless-ly beautiful Starry skies.