Poezja

It seems that everything that is good and true does not last,
that the present and future is just a continuum of the past,
that even love at its best does come undone
and that every person is to him or her self the only one.
that even perfect situations is deemed for disaster
and that the clock of life is running faster and faster
as if this life is just for those that are lucky or strong
and that in everything there is something that is wrong
that life is only a mere spectrum of contrast
and that evil and the darkness of it is vast

and yet there are times that I still do want to believe
that those that love and dream and are brave are to receive
blessings from the very hand of God,
that even if we do have pain or at times feel odd
still life is worth living as if its great and good
and that even incomprehension at time can be understood,
that true happiness is just waiting to come into being
as if there is something special to each and everything.