The Voice of A Confused, Young Mind

Here I am, like a young thing Waiting for answers Lingering in hopeful illusions Expecting miracles Neglecting the forgotten ones Neglecting the dying ones Neglecting (the real world) This whole thing about terrorism and justice, I understand n o t what's going on Yet I don't appear to be willing to learn to participate to help Yet I seem to think there's nothing I can do It just seems like hate can't be avenged by hate Yet it seems like it's not impossible to make a difference Maybe just maybe I can help the young ones, any young ones, for all of them are the children of the world Maybe I can help those who know not what "Toys R Us" or "McDonalds" is Maybe I can just giggle with them on a sunny day Maybe I can help them read or write help them do anything Something, somebody had created the Sun for every single one of us Yet for some reason, some get to enjoy it more than others Is this fair every single time I smile, one drop of tear drips from a human's eye somewhere in the universe? Can you think about, the last time your life was in real danger the last time you had a hard time breathing or have you ever... felt that way at all? Here I am, like a young thing Waiting for solutions Waiting for responses I'd really like to know what you are thinking when I'm looking at youOK I'm not too sure about this one. Let me know what you think. Can anyone suggest a better title? Thanks. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 07:09 PM PST   10 • 0 • 9