nother poem

we are all strugglingtumblingdown down downand when we hit the groundits overand theres no luck in lifeno such thing as a four leaf cloverwe are all lostwe've all crossedthe lineand in a moment in timeits overand theres no more laughterno happily ever after we wait in silencefor our abundanceof happinesswe wait in wonderas we go underfeeling the rush of the thunderin all the rainin all the paincant stand it anymoreready to start a war?with the evils of the worldwe are all twirledin different directionsinside we are all curledin featle positionscared for our lives