Path

For sure one would think
that this life is not hard,
but these thoughts dwell
for those who have never been scarred.

So many times
have I drifted away
to ponder my purpose
for living each day.

Wake with the sun,
set with stars,
but numbing this pain
only goes so far.

I wake to find lives
that are struggling to live,
because of compassion
they could muster to give.

I look left to see a child
choking for love,
for the only place they will find it
is from god above.

I step right to gaze at
a family in spite,
for they know not the faces
they stare into each night.

I turn to see my brother
crying with grief,
for more times that he counts
he will turn over his leaf.

I look up to see
my sister in pain,
for she'll less of herself
with every pound she will gain.

My friends are all laughing
and dreaming of wealth,
but they cannot progress
with no knowledge of self

They are blinded by impulse
and confused with false hopes.
Perhaps they don't realize,
just how to cope.

Life is a path
and it doesn't end well.
It's a secret of truth,
that no traveler can tell.