WHERE ARE WE
So lost in a world that's continuously changed,
as daily things are rearranged,
no sooner have we found our feet,
then something new comes and makes it incomplete.
Like ships without rudders we are dragged along,
we can't really find out what is right or wrong,
it's all become dim and rather hazy,
causing upheavals as people go crazy.
How shall we find the truth in the mess,
when we're continually expected to guess,
no one wants to call a space a spade,
tell us what to do to make the grade.
We back track to the origin of things,
battle our way through the changes and swings,
this way and that way we're thrown around,
where will we find the wisdom that's sound.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
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