Mysterious wanderers

Lost in confusion

Some without a home

Most without a soul

Content is never found amongst us

The need for money is great

There is always a want for more

 

Frustrated, misleading voices heard

Distraught faces of fear

It can be sad to witness these faces

Which reveal true feelings

Yet are hidden by a mask

 

These homo-sapiens who walk the earth

Need their priorities straight

All of us need more family time

Rather than being up to date in trends

Or standing around to debate

 

What people really want is love

To have a moment to themselves

To be listened to by another when they are talking

When visions stare in their general direction

The spectator waits for true, inner feelings

To pour out, be expressed

Finally, there is one, just one

Who really cares

 

 

(4/9/02)