Breathing in salty spray desperation to win the soulful strife
Scanning the far off skies looking for a beacon of hope
For deliverance from agony as strength fails to cope
With blows dealt by gales of uncertainty and travesty
Of emotions within, conflicts without and facade of false gaiety
The mind is tired and demeanor cold, how long can one endure
Constant drivel of the pompous, a storm pretending to be demure
Thunders of the immoral, the liars lightning ready to gore
Struggle for survival, crying for comfort with a throat so sore
Eyes glued to the horizon seeking the ark from the soul's core
That would brave the water, the weather and reach the calm shore
Abilities blunt, surging tides of will ebb, choices rendered inconsequential
Man's insensitivity, greed and unreasonable ambition how does one quell
Live and let live, this adage no more the order of the day
Whirlpool of avarice consuming every weak soul on its way
Leaving behind a debris of broken hearts that never will mend
Wounded, I watch, man's race for power difficult to comprehend
the answer - simple...create an invisible barrier and allow nothing to come within that, absolutely nothing; gradually you'll begin to perceive things in the third person like say, standing atop a mountain peak and watching the hustle below you, thats when things won't affect you negatively as they do now and you'll be in peace with the world.
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