7Seven7

Seven
People running, people dashing,
Too quick, too fast.
No one seems to worry, no one seems to care,
No one seems to stop to breathe the fresh air.

People always hurry,
Always doing things.
Stacking up worldly treasures,
Like diamond crowns and rings.

Men who are lustful, women who are hoars.
People who are drinking, people who are swearing.
People never realise,
To stop and do some caring.

People say they are waiting for the right person,
not knowing they are there already.
He was there the moment you were born,
Waiting there, he has always been ready.

To be powerful, strong, popular and wealthy,
Everything we ever wanted.
It all goes out the window,
Once we realise that’s not at all needed.

Searching along that never ending road,
With people always bringing you down.
Never stop searching for that salvation,
No matter how many time you receive ‘the frown’.
Climbing up that mountain,
That mountain of fire.
People shooting you down,
But all they want is your own driving desire.

People say they are going to university,
Or are going overseas.
They are trying to turn on the car,
But have never found the keys.