What I am feeling today:

Unsensed Happiness

A man looks but he does not see.
A man hears, but he does not listen.
He talks but does not say,
He touches but does not feel.
He does what needs be, but does not think.

He sees only the darkness around him
But does not even glimpse the spark of light,
Far, far away.
Perhaps he can see it,
But the darkness overwhelms him,
And he disregards the spark of light.

He feels so avalanched by the sadness and pain,
That he ignores the joy and happiness.
The impressions of the dark memories are so vivid,
That the happy ones feel so distant.

His enemies and those indifferent to him are so near,
That those friends so far away count less than they really would.
Even those few kin around him,
They hardly count enough.

The weariness is so strong,
So very very strong,
That this traveller of life,
He wishes to stop.
He dreads each day,
He dreads tomorrow,
Oh yes, he wishes to stop.

Why cannot one look on the happy side?
Why cannot one see the light within the darkness?
Why cannot one see that he has as many strengths as he has weaknesses?
Why must a human count his foes and his friends?
Why cannot he be content knowing that there are friends and kin around?

Without reaching the end,
Why does this traveller wish to stop?
No, he doesn't wish to stop to rest.
He wishes to stop forever.

Many have tried to ask him to continue.
He walks with them in contemplation.
He waits and wonders.
Wonders if he should change his decision.
Yes, he wonders.

22nd March 2000
Written For Someone To Cheer Him Up