A/N: More questions without answers. Too bad I already have a poem by that title. Some moral dilemmas, I suppose you could say. Sometimes I wonder if I think too much! Oh well, maybe if I can get you to think more than I'll have done my job. =)
Can there be triumph without odds?
Success with out money?
Empathy without experience?
Wisdom without knowledge?
What are these things
On which we place so much importance?
What meaning do they have
Aside from the meaning we put in them?
Shall we ignore the feats
Of ourselves and others akin -
Brushing them off as farce and mediocre?
How can we reevaluate our past
If we are too scared to even consider the future?
Shall we continue on this way
When it is the blind leading the deaf?
And the blind refuse to listen
To what the deaf man cannot see.
We are more productive standing still
Than moving full tilt
Toward a goal that will define
Our monetary worth
Which somehow equates
To the total merit of our existence
On this planet we call home
But are we of this world
Or just in it?