Why
I set out to live. I went out to give.
My dreams for life set– I could see them.
But the further I went and the more time I spent,
the reality is I can’t be them.
So, in sorrow I pause looking back for the cause,
what has led me to where I now stand?
I wish that I did not so readily know,
but I do and I full understand.
For day after day as I go on my way
amongst those whom my heart doth submit,
though it seems like so simple a thing to afford.
I know what to say but don’t say it.
And time after time I am guilty of crime,
when my actions are set forth to it,
then I make my decisions on which life is based.
I know what to do but won’t do it.
Though I know full and well who I am, why I’m here,
and despite all attempts to commit.
My own worst enemy I forever remain...
I know what I can be but won’t be it.
