Where Two Days Meet

The world’s full of violence
Like a fog up in my face
I want to find somewhere to hide
But I cannot find that place
So I look into the eyes
Of every individual that I pass
Hoping to find some feeling
Some emotion that will last
Most people are like ghosts
Moving quickly through the night
Just as leaves swept up by the wind
And carried softly out of sight
No one ever wants to stop
To take some time to smell the rain
And as the clock moves ever faster
Their life flows faster toward the drain
Where is the natural harmony?
It’s said that life is all a stage
Should there not then be a soundtrack
Accompanying each scene’s written page?
Why can’t I find understanding?
Or any level of true compassion?
And why must my ability to love
Be the one thing I’m forced to ration?
All these questions of existence
With so much more that’s on my mind
A constant quest for comprehension
With no answers that I can find.