Could be an anti-drug poem

There's so much to say,
but nothing to say it with.

There's places to see,
but nothing to see it with.

There;s so much to share,
but no one to share it with.

There's sounds to hear,
but nothing to hear it with.

There's beauty to hold,
but nothing to hold it with.

There's love to be given,
but too few to receive.

There's the truth,
but no one to believe.