Is It Poem by David Alexander Findlay

Is it was it is it ever going to be
looking for things we're never gonna see
forgotten, how do we know
ask the indians or look inside your soul

I wish i could remember i wish i could see the light
i'm sick of life sick of this material fight
what is a label, a name or a badge
something to hide behind like a halloween mask

It could be, would be and should be so good
we love the idea but are not in the mood
living a virtual life with imaginary happiness
not knowing the virtues of the love and the peace