LIVING ON THE EDGE OF NOWHERE
Nobody knows where the end of the road is, We just keep walking around the next bend, Nobody wants to know how heavy each load is, We just keep hoping all this hurt will soon mend, Fathers are falling, mothers are weeping, Children are creating rainbow dreams, Whispered prayers seem empty, silence comes a-creeping, Maybe even love is no longer what it seems, But somehow hearts keep beating, telling us we have to care, And so we look to distant skies, just living on the edge of nowhere. Nobody knows what tomorrow might bring for us, Every day presents another fight, Nobody wants to miss the angel who might sing for us, The smile that could put all the bad things right, Stories are ending, pilgrims are resting, Seasons are retreating, all confused, Flowers spread their colours, birds continue nesting, The poet’s pen is still the one most used, So every step we take alone is one more promise to share, As we leave our prints and shadows, just living on the edge of nowhere. Never let the real dreams die, Never drop your arms, Love will always rise and try To spread its magic charms, Fools may tell you this and that, Still others shout and preach, But no one knows where wisdom sat, Dark places out of reach, Now all the self-styled emperors Look foolish standing naked, Truth-tellers just ignore false terrors, Knowing deep down what is truly sacred. Nobody knows all the answers we’ll be chasing, Each trail will take us on a little nearer, Nobody wants to think about the life we’re tracing, The shadows vanish fast to make it clearer, People are still standing, creatures are reviving, Landscapes fill the spaces left to fade, Abandoned hopes are spreading, willingly surviving, Fulfilling every promise ever made, So in the end the truth is plain, we are all always somewhere, And so we move as life goes on, still living on the edge of nowhere.
Peter H. Dietrich is a reporter/filmmaker/spinner-of-tales originally from Northampton, in the UK, and has been travelling the world non-stop for over 40 years, writing non-stop all the way in different forms. He has traversed the Sahara, been to the Amazon rain forest, and spent four seasons in the French Alps. He has lived in Morocco, France, Tunisia, Portugal, Spain, Germany, Poland and Brazil. Eleven years living in Ukraine led to eleven amazing summers exploring in the Crimea, and his films were among the first to extoll the virtues of that extraordinary place, before the political upheavals. He is currently living in Bulgaria, working on 2 musicals, one a comedy, the other a tragedy. The musical comedy has also been published as a children’s storybook, with original illustrations. He has self-published 2 volumes of poetry, FORTY DAYS & FORTY NIGHTS, and INBETWEEN BEFORE AND AFTER.
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