Inside Their Souls

Inside Their Souls

Some seek wealth and happiness,
others boundless fame.
No matter what these people seek,
one thing remains the same.

Along life's narrow road they walk;
eyes only gaze ahead.
They refuse to notice that,
inside their souls, they're dead.

In their quest to reach their goals,
they do not take the time
to go enjoy life's beauties
in their constant upward climb.

Things like aqua water,
and a clear day's glinting light—
even flowers, love and life
escape their tunneled sight.

They do not stop to help the lost
or gain sweet memories
Their path goes on like nothing's wrong,
Though they've not found release.

The others run beside them
in this hectic race called life.
In their arms, possessions ride,
memoirs of peace...and strife.

No matter what these memoirs are,
for some, they are not there.
Mistaken travelers reach the top
with nothing but thin air.

Others get there slower,
but their arms are treasure-packed
with empty arms the seekers sigh
and then they're looking back.

In blind and cold ambition
these men only looked ahead.
Now and only now they know...
inside their souls, they're dead.