Fandango

While in sorrow and suffering pain,

A human being, forlorn,
Defying nature’s legal say
That flowers grow from thorns.

Beneath an even rougher sea

We feel the pain within,
But cannot change the way we’ll be,
Nor the life that we are in.

Existence doesn’t pay us back

For giving all we get,
Nor grant us all the joys we lack
In payment of the debt.

And people always try to hide

Form all the things they hate,
But can’t run far while still alive
From what nature shall dictate.

Society makes us work and play,

Cocoons us in its web,
Says what to do and what to say
- Distinguishes live and dead.

Behind the scenes of life’s rich veil

We see the hidden flaws,
And over hear what people say,
The words behind closed doors.

It is a hopeless waste of time,

Existence, birth and death.
Compassion doesn’t  make us kind
Till nature stops our breath.