LOST SOULS

Sometimes it feels as if I'm staggering,

Aimlessly through life, like a lost soul.

It's as if I'm constantly looking for something,

But don't know have a clue what it is at all.

I see all of the people around me,

And they all seem to have solved this life's clue.

They all act like they've got so many people to see,

Places to go - and lots of great things to do.

Because humanity lives in this great big ocean,

We’re all swimming or drowning or looking for dry land,

Yes, humanity lives in a great big ocean,

A sea of souls where all you need is a helping hand.

We’re all swimming against the currents,

That we all create in our own minds,

Believing that it’s a cruel world,

And letting the dogs eat those left behind.

But then I learned that everyone’s suffering,

Although some hide it better, that’s all,

They’ve learned not to show that they’re hurting,

And be seen through like a glass wall.

Because humanity lives in this great big ocean,

We’re all swimming or drowning or looking for dry land,

Yes, humanity lives in a great big ocean,

A sea of souls where all you need’s a helping hand.

Yet living in this great big fish bowl,

Means plenty will see us when we fall,

But whether they’ll stop and they’ll catch us

Depends upon whether we’ve played ball.

You see, some folk they’ll never quite fit in,

They’re not happy going along with the crowd,

And in a world of staggering conformity,

That sort of thing’s just not allowed.

And yet humanity lives in this great big ocean,

We’re all swimming or drowning or looking for dry land,

Yes, humanity lives in a great big ocean,

A sea of souls where all you need’s a helping hand.

Back when we first crawled out of the swamp

We all clung together to cope,

Now we’re living lives of splendid isolation,

And tapping out tiny beacons of hope.

But on some days nobody's biting,

Most times I'm a forgotten man,

And when everyone else is living their lives,

I'm just filling-in this empty span.

Because humanity lives in this great big ocean,

We’re all swimming or drowning or looking for dry land,

Yes, humanity lives in a great big ocean,

A sea of souls where all you need’s a helping hand.

Because humanity lives on this great big ocean,

We’ve been swimming or drowning or looking for dry land,

Yes, humanity lives on a great big ocean,

A ship of fools where all you need is a good friend.

(Sometimes I can really hear the tunes in my head, although, having no musical skill whatsoever, they can never get any further than that... So, instead, I bung down a few lyrics, call it a poem of sorts - doggerel, I suppose - and blat it out there in the vague hope, perhaps, that someone else might pick up the baton... Not, of course, that I would ever really expect that they might ever want to do so...)