Life is a Bed of Roses

Written by: Chuck Keys

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