A Way Out Poem by Trever Barlow

everyone wants a way out of their own life
we are always looking for something more
never satisfied
never seeing and appreciating what they already have
always wishing something could be different

if just this one wrong was righted it would all be better
if only this was different in some way I could really be happy
with just a little more money...
if I just had a better figure...
then I could live out my life in true happiness

lies
there is no real way out
we are all trapped in our bodies
and prisoners in our own world
with no chance of ever breaking free or being liberated

the only way to survive is to play the game with the hand we've been given
to accept our lives as our own
and to cope with the problems facing us
instead of wishing and longing for a new hand
and another chance at starting over