Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Lonely Road 1994


Oh, how empty it is:
For those who live their life,
yet are dead inside.
For those who work to gain,
yet lose their soul.
For those who hurry to and fro,
yet never 'arrive'.
For those that want purpose,
yet seek not to find it.
For the eyes that see,
but are blind;
For the ears that hear,
but don't listen.
For the mind that seeks knowledge,
but doesn't recognize truth.
And for the heart that beats,
but has no room for love.



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