Strong Surfaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Striking hands, feeling the rhythm as it joins with an inner screen, filled with words, telling everyone the meaning of living or the advantages of leaving it behind.
Never knowing the real reasons for being here - being kept alive.
Noticing things through the years, seeking some form of answer.
Always left on stony surfaces, never finding a way.
Being blessed by God, we all continue on our way, never going in the right direction, according to others trying to tell you how to run your life - never getting a handle on their own.