The Human Game

 

Rushed and distracted

is this human world,

blaming each other

like parrots and crows.

Who among us will fix it?

Nobody knows.

While some fail, the rest mocks,

that's the way that it goes.

The thousands of eyeballs

around me glaze by

slaves to their problems

no time to say hi.

Mistrust is the master

of masses unknown (?)

waiting for something,

waiting to be shown.

And I search in vain

through a thousand eyes

for a smile.

and I seek to find

someone who'll sit with me

for a while.

Then I realize

behind their disguise

that they seek the same!

I think it's up to me

to change the game.

We fear that we're too large or we're too small.

We dread to stand, for then we risk a fall.

But if we fear our own path,

we can never be free.

Would you rather feel safe

or truly Be?

The evils and virtues

of this human world (of our world)

are forged and (are) carried

by our fellow souls.

Then blame (,/and) shame, and envy

become petty delays,

I hope that then we'll listen

to what we all have to say.

And I search in vain

through a thousand eyes

for a smile.

and I seek to find

someone who'll sit with me

for a while.

Then I realize

behind their disguise

that they seek the same!

I think it's up to me

to change this human game.

I think it's up to me

to play a new game.