Out of all of the billions of people that occupy this Earth
It only takes but one to make us feel all alone….
Like a child confined to the body of an adult….
Abandoned when all we wish is to be carried….
Empty like a desert filled with sand….
Just a stranger along the lines of infinity
To think amidst the millions are those….
Who think they are in love, but have never been in love
Who have seen the world, but not experienced it
Who have travelled, but never wandered
Who have dreamed, but never lived
Who have swam in the ocean, but not willingly
Who have climbed a mountain….
Only to be concerned with the way down
Who have witnessed children at play….
Yet never partook in play themselves
The world is full of doubt and regret….
Of fires that burned, but never glowed
Of intellectuals that thought, but never dared
Of moments dreamt, but never ceased
Of areas of gray dulled, but never colored
Of strangers kept at a distance, but never welcomed
If all of life is but the space
That comes between a birth and a death
Then let the opposite of what we fear
Be all that we are allowed to be
So that out of our sorrow there be only happiness
Out of our pain there be only a promise
That tomorrow will better the worse of today
That time will lessen all that destroys us
That all behind us is a step in front of us
Carrying us not towards an end, but more living