Sad about the life I lived.
Was it because it was really that bad,
Or was I caught in past logic?
The light I shone upon the snapshot of my life,
Created a beautifully tragic scene.
A twist of mind easily changed how I looked.
But which light was the light of honesty?
Where does the lie lie during self-reflection?
What point serves as the measurement of what's real?
How much knowledge must I have to understand,
If I am good or am supporting evil?
Oh, it's alright,
I won't be changing my lifestyle anytime soon,
Unless a leader shows me how by just living silently,
I'm helping kill the innocent round the world.
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