Passion

These are the days, 
Of our lives, 
When we are forced to live a life we don't want, 
Or haven't dreamed of. 
This is the time, 
On earth, 
That we have wasted, 
On pitiful ideals of peace and long life. 
Is this the way, 
To go on, 
Living life, without thoughtof what the future holds for us? 
Well I can't tell you all the things that i don't understand, 
But i sure can tell you one thing I do, 
It's that these days we forget we are not living for ourselves, 
We live to find out what the world, time, love, faith and beliefs have in store for us. 
What they have is what we live for, not for selfish and cruel things that cause sorrow and hate. 
But we are only human, we surely aren't perfect, and therefore we make mistakes. 
 
Thanks for reading. 
This is just some thing i came up with while finding myself. 
Please post your true feelings about this poem.

These are the days!