Too much noise going on
Too much running around for what's new
Not much to do by hanging around
Not fun if it's time without you.
Too much store in knowledge that dies
Too many toys, too many things
In the end they don't mean too much to your heart
When your heart is no longer whole.
Too many lights to hide the darkness
Illuminated and yet rendered blind
Too much ego and mole-hill building
No time for "us", only for the "mine."
Too many lies that we tell ourselves
Life would be great if we had so much more
Yet so much of life have we forgotten
Too far have we gone from shore.
Too much spent for the unimportant
Expecting love and joy to be free
When treasures of life have been thrown away
Everything else becomes dross.
*The year-blog goes on hiatus until I select a better time to get it moving again. Sometimes even when there is so much to be said, staying quiet is the best thing to do.