Flanders Fields

The endless desert stretches, The night continues to last The sky is unlimited- Not a star in sight The palms grow so high They look so unapproachable The other side of ocean Is never in sight When you tell what you think You identify yourself When you tell what you feel You reveal yourself People are so closed They shut themselves so, Why can’t they open up, Instead of being in a shell They go round in circles But never reach the center. They just want to exist Why can’t they live?

If you think you are living For a better tomorrow, You’re greatly mistaken, my friend; For as time passes on, You will find that Your life was so hollow. Everything you achieved Was of no consequence, And so I ask you, my friend, What are we living for? You know you’re not immortal. You know you are going to die one day. And tell me, my friend, Are you living only To look forward to that day? If so, then why don’t you die today? Let me tell you the reason, in his face. And the question still remains, What are we living for? Thought about everything else, But this one perplexing question What’s all the toiling for, What’s the use of the knowledge gained? And if you say its to teach the ignorant I ask you once again Aren’t we and our race going to become a part of , mother earth again. And the question still remains, What are we living for? This quest for race, case and religion Will end us up in oblivion, Then why do we...