The Odyssey

Everyone is living in these space ships
With no need for food, water or air
It belongs to us
and we don't share
Should one of these spaceships experience
    technical difficulty
The occupant will open the hatch
    cry out for help
But no one will be there
No one will care
You take care of yourself
We don't share
At the bottom are all those who lack
    Food, water or air
Don't go down there
They will rob you without care
It ain't fair
You take care of yourself
We won't fall down there
But isn't it so lonely
No one else but yourself in here
Just flying around, going no where
As much as you may
No one will hear, or see
But someday, we will see and know
    that we should have at least shared
Because we're all gonna crash someday
We'll have to open the hatch and get out
Honor each other as equal to ourself
Feeling guilty and wondering why we were so lonely
    out there
While those who experienced technical difficulties
    now judge us in the end

By:  Roger Harkness


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