How often we lose our way

How often we lose our way, Stepping again into whatever our feet carry us to. Either the Gods turned out too strict, Or else our thought-forms are just too wretched. Ah, how did it happen that our eyes went blind…? We moo into the dark, counting off the nights… Having finally lost control, And every day the pain takes a heavier toll On an already aching, fading body. How long must we play the role we've earned, Where however you round it, the bottom line is zero. No strength even to say we're sick to death of it all… Wherever you look — everyone around's to blame: The country, the government, and the bitches — the bureaucrats, Cotton wool's stuffed into the splayed-out ear — No wonder it's deaf in there, like inside a tank. Buzzing like that fly — nothing but swearing from our lips. And once again sunsets give way to dawns… And everything stands in the very same place. And instead of action, like a hen on a perch, We sit aimlessly on empty, rotten eggs. Alas, we're no snipers, to bag two birds with one shot. Maybe all of this isn't just a coincidence Of simple chance and bad luck? Maybe it's pure good fortune And apparently it can't be any other way. Not from Claus Santa — but from God, As a gift, a few clean thoughts at least. And the situation is sent down for growth — Accepting that is not so easy at all. And a storm in the brain — What have I done? No excuses — I knew it all, I was aware, Which means I felt I had to grow up. Alas, there was no other way… War of the worlds, war of worldviews. A thorny path to joyful epiphanies, Lived through by each in their own way In the hope that peace will come one day. And it's on its way, hoping to meet soon. Hurry to accept — the world's so fleeting. Hurry to love, hurry, or you'll make it, But don't hurry to plant — you'll reap what you sow.