The common mean
I searched the world for a common mean,
An average life and a common scene.
A place of peace where all was done,
For the common two, who lived as one.
I searched the mountains, valleys fair,
I touched the earth and tasted air.
I wore my heart upon my sleeve,
I searched for what I could believe.
But all I found was plague and war.
Two thousands years and even more.
And I searched within the heart of man,
To find an average peaceful plan.
It must be somewhere deep within,
Below the greed, beneath the sin.
Somewhere in the cellar of the soul
But still a very reachable goal.
Few take the journey to the abyss.
There are some, but most do miss.
I fear for man his narcissistic preen.
This path will never bring his mean.
If he's to live this garden, this earth.
Then he must clean up the afterbirth.