Origins

While I lie awake in the winter night,

I wonder,"What is the meaning of life,"

The cold air drifting into the warm room,

I wonder,"What are we humans meant to do?"

But as I try to figure out the past,

Everything around me moves so fast,

No one cares about where we have come from,

They are too concerned with what can be done,

The search for our origins has died,

But the question still remains in my mind,

Where in the world was the human birthplace?

And how did we end up in such races?

 And as these questions boggle in my head,

I just can't find a way to put them to bed.

The Truth

Though this world may be a Hell in the making,
We have no way of undoing what has been done,
All we can do is continue waiting,
For our damning of ourselves to be done.

Us humans don't know what is to come,
Because we're obsessed with luxury,
And are more concerned with fun,
Rather than the country we have to run.

There is no truth in what we're told,
Humans are taken for granted by the Man,
Left in the darkness, blind and cold,
Without an offer for a hand,

One would think we'd help each other stand up,
Aid one another just to find the truth,
But instead we're too selfish and think only of ourselves,
Especially towards the youth,

Our lies have already consumed us,
There's no excuse for our sour behavior,
Only children can be spared for what they've done,
They're the only ones who don't need a savior.

Forbidden To Love

Some nights I lay awake..

Staring into the sky,

Dreaming of living alone, drinking white wine,

Trying to solve the world's problems, 

All at the same time,

But how can I do that,

When I can't solve the riddle of love?

Now I know that sounds sad,

A teenager looking for something so rough,

Some may say "He's too young,"

But I can't help these feelings I possess,

Yet I have no one to share them with,

And am told I cannot be upset,

For that my loveless life is a result,

Of my own actions,

But no one understands, including adults,

And this pain shows no satisfaction.

I just want to know,

Where in this cruel, cruel world,

Can I be shown,

Where the love is?