A Waste of Time
How often do we fall for things that people say and do?
How often do we wonder if the things they say are true?
And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect
I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect
What makes us do it? Is it fear?
I fear that I don’t know
But to be real I sort of feel
Like life is just a show
So many actors, all their staff
Just dancing on a stage
And sadly I’d say that I’d laugh
If not for this here page
Pen and pad have saved my life
They’re my only true escape
Avoiding this sharp cutting knife
That’s carves life’s packaged shape
Every night I pray to He
Who I don’t even know
For his hand to help me stand
On nights when I feel low
It’s hard, sometimes, when life’s cold rhymes
Rip out your true heart
I’d give anything, if I could bring
A better, fairer start
How the World Should Work 