An untitled poem by Peter Hazen
I wonder if I'll make it, I wonder if I'm strong
I wonder what's sane, I wonder what's wrong
I strive to be right, to see some speck of truth in this world that seems so dark, strains the will, breeds, pessimists, and makes my search difficult.
I try to follow, but who is my leader? Where did he go? God is red, Ra is burnt, nobody's all-powerful, Buddha is another drug.
I try to lead, but who will follow? Where are my sheep- Nay, my people, my thinkers? In the light of new philosophy they have found a thing they call reality, and run screaming into the night, not returned since.
But a glimmer of hope shone through the chaotic mists of confusion
A glowing pure light
That was you
Hesitant at first, but then I held you, we supported each other.
The mists didn't clear, but no longer mattered. Chaos is not intimidating, it is life. I embrace fog of confusion and the paradox of mists that surround me, hold me up, and rock me to sleep.
Your love is power and inspiration. Your affection is so sweet! You helped me- by letting me help you. I love you.
To think all this- this world, this universe, this moment, this reality, be a void. What's it's purpose? Why are we here? Wherefor a flower? Wherefor life? The answer is evasive, for there is none, and so a void.
The mists, the everyday chaos upon this planet is simply a grand illusion, something to pass the time. Then you: one of such beauty, such honesty, such soul, such emotion! You filled my life; the void is forgotten. Life needs no meaning, you need no reason, such beauty needs no excuse.
I can lead with your encouragement
Optimism springs forth and my vision, my dreams, my healthy madness restored. Worries are for another day; the time is now! There is a completeness in the unattainable answer. Live today, enjoy yourself today, drink and be merry and your life will be full.
Your love shattered the void to dust. Take me by the hand, lead me to your heart. Strong is the gratitude and love I bare for thee.