Vagabonds...

As we walk across this peaceful earth,
Conflict mounts within our hearts.
Today we might still be on familiar turf,
Tomorrow? We could be worlds apart.

We are vagabonds wandering without an aim,
Will we live tomorrow or die today?
Life can be such a cruel, wretched game,
And in its rules, we have no say.

Those dear to us are far away, yet,
Those loathe to us, they're within an inch.
Our weathered souls can get no rest,
Our pained fragile minds recoil and wince.

In time our thoughts will start to stray,
Away from the good and kind within.
Our mental seams will begin to fray,
Lost is our pledge to commit no sin.

So we walk a path, we once dared not take,
And muddy ourselves up to our waist.
A love once spurned that turns to hate,
Because of reckless, youthful haste.

Though the quartz of time may not be kind,
To the travellers off the beaten path,
As deep as we can stare into the abyss' mind,
Hope still shines through a narrow shaft.

Hence in our meandering through this journey of life,
Take comfort in friends who will take your place,
When you protest against wickedness while on hunger strike,
Or just in an attempt to lose some weight.