To what lengths do we seek Wahrheit?
Climb how many mountains to their very height.?
Is it true that we confuse Freude with Leute?
Which truly comes first Leben or Lieben?
Perhaps living is not in the answers we seek?
There’s nothing more just because it’s the end of the week.
Perhaps living is loving all along the way.
And loving is living the same way.
Joy and people are made for each other.
One goes best with the other.
Can you think of that any other way?
Real humans, real joy is the only way.
Ben Gieske
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-not-a-new-year/
