The Nowhere Man

I don't have the power to heal the sick, cure man's ills, take your pick My worldview may have once been inspired, but after over seventy years, I just feel tired I have felt this deep pain, I have cried for humanity, to God's utter disdain The words I have have written will never be read The thoughts I have harbored have never been said And I fear sometime soon I too will lay dead and the winds will wash over my soul yes the sands of time swirl taking toll I seem only to preach to the choir singing praises for a commonsense time but optimism and spirituality are the themes of a liar and nothing ever seems to make reason or rhyme The rhythms are off and the poems rot away the more feelings which crowd me the less I can say upset and anger fill me with pain and I cry for humanity yet again and again No I don't have the power to raise the dead, walk on water, ease the doubt in my head My worldview gets darker as the days advance Over seventy years dimming positive stance I still believe in a universal mind Yet here I stand alone Salvation never seeming to find The words I have have written will never be read The thoughts I have harbored have never been said And I fear sometime soon I too will lay dead and the winds will wash over my soul yes the sands of time swirl taking toll