Look into their eyes …

Look into their eyes …and try to see the hidden dreams.
Some of which they themselves cannot word
They need somebody to help them write it out for them
Am I responsible to be there for them as long as I can?
For how long do I evade and pretend not to see
The eagerness to live and the want to achieve
The need to be understood and loved
How much of this can I give them?
Haven’t we learnt enough from the mistakes of our past?
And of those who have gone before us
Continuing to go round and round in the vicious circle of want
Where do we go from here?
Not trying to improve but continuing
To dwell in the wretchedness that comes with it
From this perch of uncertainty, I cannot think of a way
Neither am I in a position to give up
God show me a way