Hope Lives On

What am I doing here when there is no one to care, what I am doing here when you are all alone sitting over there. The days feel longer, the nights are very short and passion is locked up in the dark. I pace back and forth on the floor searching for answers and looking for something beyond the shore but the road in front of me gets wider the hills gets higher and sweat is oozing out of my flesh. I have this spirit of hope burning inside me and my guiding angels are walking in front of me, they are everywhere protecting me from the heat and the cold and always telling me to be bold. I have no time to dance with your wind, when you have committed a promiscuous sin; day in day out I live in the mud wondering when I will return to normal living again. What am I doing here when your negative vibration saturates the town draining my positive energy and leading me towards an unfilled destiny? It is painful and sad and it makes my heart rumble. And somewhere in the town the bad men are running around rubbing marijuana in the palm of their hand and puffin the smoke in the air. What am I doing here when the unemployment figures are touching the sky and the youth are running up and down the street disrupting my heartbeat? I lost myself in work so as not to focus on the dirt but at the end of the month, the cycle ends and a new episode begins again. I have talents and skills to tell you how the universe begins. I have traveled to many places and mingled with many races, I have trod the earth without shoes and I have the story for the evening news, what am doing here when I have so much to share, the temple is on fire and I am filled with desire. A new day appears with shadows flying in the air, I kept looking for the answer that is tied up somewhere in the forbidden chapter. I glanced at hope for a while with passion riding by my side and I was determined to break through the web that glued me to the bed. With courage we marched on top of hill looking for the man in the cloud. We found him on the floor with a group of people around him preparing the final draft to make a brand-new start. What am I doing here when you act as if you don’t care? I will be leaving here soon and I will give you a call at noon. What am I doing here!