We live alone and die alone
Reaching for moola
More and more
Moola
It’s so
Overwhelming
I don’t know what to do
Let’s bury our heads
In the sand again
You hide from me
I run from you
We all live in castles
On our own plots of land
Forever stretching liberty
With no guiding plans
Social ills still growing
Isolation can’t always be blamed
Cause we’ve got new machines
To keep us all entertained
Entertained
You hide from me
I run from you
Driving cars across the states
Moving from house to house
Sorta like traveling salesmen
Always changing routes
I’m not sure what is stable
It’s not something I see
It might be nice
To recognize
Our human family
Human family
The whole race is one family
Sure
Many out there
Are generous when it counts
But I was
Hoping to share a life
Not just get helped out
Copyright ©2006 Andrew Jack Rhodes
Andy Rhodes Poetry 