Thinking..
By thewritegurl
I was thinking while I sang In the shower just last night How do we get into these messes Who decides what's wrong or right? It took me quite a while To decide what I should do While world peace does sound pleasing It's impossible to do We fight about importance We want a pleasing end We pretend to care so much But give only to win And there's really not a whole lot Of things to rid the hate We can get more to love But it's hard with such a rate And just like I've always said You can't fight fire with fire But then when I get stressed I sometimes lose desire We tend to get distracted From what is really truth And how we even know of perfection It's as absurd as the fountian of youth Perfection can't exist At least not in this time For as long as we are here There will be pain and crimeSometimes I really don't have too much hope... Written September 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 11:21 AM PST, Nicole 0 • 1
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"I was thinking while I sang..."