Irony

I am struck by the irony

Of wanting to belong

And yet the want to be free

Is equally strong

I am struck by the irony

Of wanting to succeed

And yet there is a charm

In being, with no need

I am struck by the irony

Of the boy rushing to be man

And yet the adult

Longs to be a child again

I am struck by the irony

Of the horizon’s feat

defined by the meeting of two

That could really never meet

I am struck by the irony

Of His presence all around

And yet the constant search

For One who can’t be found

I am struck by the irony

Of silence being wise

But words are the essence

Of me, with no disguise

If You are struck by the irony

Of how much I have to say

Your wisdom is in your silence

A fool, let me stay