What
Am I?
What could everyone have against
A face so innocent, are they dense?
A mind so pure and frivolous
What is this mess?
In which we call our world,
Where intelligence is exploited
Ignorance is televised,
Where mindless zombies never realize
They have no lives but others to size.
What’s wrong with this place?
A world so full of disobedience
Where chaos thrives on children’s lives
The complete void of emptiness
What procreated this insane mess?
Of what is and not at one point
Of our lives, or one’s life.
What is life, a world to live in
Where you have more pain and fears
Then love and wishes, is there sin
To do one wrong, what is wrong?
And right, when in a fight
Can one survive on the truth?
Are our lived lies and deceit?
To punish us in this hell
Are we in hell, or is this me?
And am I, or can it be
That she is I and I’m not me.
What can I be?
If I try hard will I succeed?
Or have I reached capacity, of my mind
Do you mind, to take a minuet your time?
Or is time, lying? What is time?
An organization of minuets
In which you live one second by one
And never realizing the realization that it will fly
WHAT AM I?