Every day that we live,
we see people take and people give.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we win,
Sometimes we cry and sometimes we grin.

But far to often we tend to dwell
on events that made our lives unwell,
why can't we just accept the bad,
and go on without being sad?

Why not focus on happy things,
instead of say what little luck brings.
Learn to live our lives with mirth,
instead of fretting over what things are worth.

For happiness is a priceless thing,
found with peasants and coveted by kings.
Sadness brings only death and despair,
Joy can put success in the air.

And if instead of being mean in turn,
and in our heads making our anger churn,
were to all become benevolent men,
we would never fight war again.

No more gang fights or poverty,
no more stealing and no fights over property,
no breaking of relations and no spite or strife,
no cheating or gouging or stabbing of knives.

Only a joyous unity of humanity,
a perfect utopia though in anarchy
where nobody would commit suicide,
and nobody would have to steal their ride.

Where we would all forget our depression,
and bettering our lives was not an obsession,
Where power and money were not at stake,
where people did not decide what was theirs to take.

Many dream but few try to supersede,
our current ideals, and even then fewer suceed,
To make everyone's actions and speech totally free,
now tell me, why is it this can not be?

Herbert Holzbauer
© April 2004

Midi: "Gentle On My Mind"
(midistudio.com)

Art: "Paesaggio1"
Artist: Bruno Locci