Whats it all about?

Fifty years and my life is still -trying to get up that great big hill of hope, for a destination. I realized quickly as I knew I should, that the world was never this "brotherhood of man" or whatever that means. So, I cry sometimes as Im lying in bed just to get it all out, whats in my head and Im feeling a little peculiar. I wake in the morning and I step outside, I take a deep breath and I get real high (on life) and I scream at the top of my lungs, "Whats goin on?"