Life, The Ride!

Life, The Ride!

Seems we are all waiting for the big surprise!

The Answer:

Life is a ride. Seems we are all passengers in this same boat. They should listen to some of the other passengers too. However, it doesn’t seem they have freewill. Maybe, they aren’t ready to listen? Maybe so.

Have to wonder, if anyone is here, besides me? I feel so alone. Isolation does bad things to a person. In some small doses, it can be good. I’m ready for some relief. Seems, it isn’t in the cards yet. Maybe, the world will sink. or sing. Something has to happen. No one seems to care. Or listen.

Some ride. It has been rough. Got to get stronger. Feeling lost. Maybe, someday someone will miss me, enough to bring me back home? I hope they love me. I only wanted to be loved. Seems, there is too much hate in this world. We need more love in life.

Need life to change for the better. Seems this ride is about to end. I hope the next stop is a good one. Need some hope. Need some way to get back to a good place. I hope to be kind.

I want peace. Life is meant to be lived. We all want a better world. Someplace that is right and true, and fit to be called a home. This world doesn’t really meet the standards. Too many problems. Too much pain here. Sometimes, it matters to keep things in perspective. It helps to be grateful. And like what you have. Pride is an enemy, to keep away from. There are some things that I like about life. Music, nature, coffee. Wanted some friends to share it with.

I want to be around family. I am struggling with keeping things floating right now. Seems, they want flush me. Looking for a way to restore peace with them. Seems I’m not very useful. Sometimes, I feel like a failure. Seems, I’m going to die a failure. Maybe, not a friend in the world. No one to talk with. Maybe people hate me? I would like to give them reason to love me. I really would. I will if it's possible. Only wanted to be loved.

Need someone to talk with. Feeling lost in this ship, this empty ghost ship. Seems the world is running on auto-pilot. Some great gig. I don’t think it's funny now. I feel lost, and helpless. Like no one wants me, or needs me. Want to be more useful. And loved.

We want a better world. Someplace fit to be a home. This wasteland, has some good. Maybe someday it will have served its purpose, and we will have a true home, fit, right, and true. That will be nice.

Not much going on. I’m lonely, and bored. Sure wish that someone cared about me. Enough to save me. Help.