A View Upon The World (Hybridanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

At times I look and do not see
and then it is as if I am blind.
What is right there in front of me

at times brings me great joy
while destiny just carries me along
as if fate wants to destroy

and it feels as if its will is going to be,
as if the things that are true and good and kind
at times I look and do not see,

as if evil does a kind of magic employ
and then I do feel forlorn
while destiny just carries me along

as from its fangs I will never be free
but all of this is just thoughts in my mind.
What is right there in front of me

seems if it has not yet happened as if unborn
my troubles do become more and more
and then I do feel forlorn

and it feels as if God's blessings are not many
while I search for signs of love to find.
At times I look and do not see

how beautiful God does my world restore
and in that lengthy hour
my troubles do become more and more

and to somewhere unknown I want to flee
with my steps blown away by the wind.
What is right there in front of me

seems to be without any kind of power
but as if my hope I do languish
and in that lengthy hour

it seems as the people about me has a kind of glee
that everybody is somehow unkind.
At times I look and do not see
what is right there in front of me


and it seems as if the world if full of anguish,
at times brings me great joy
but as if my hope I do languish,
as if fate wants to destroy.