I’ve spent hours trying to figure out

What’s wrong with this world?

What’s wrong with me?

What’s wrong with everyone?

What’s wrong with what I see?

I’ve tried to explain it in my mind

Looked for the answers I couldn’t find

Friends told me it’s not for me to understand

It’s beyond human comprehension

It’s in God’s hand

They shrug and go on

Why does that feel wrong?

I can’t shake the feeling of being part of it all

Which makes me co-responsible (for the ultimate fall)

Maybe it’s a burden one shouldn’t take on

But if no one does when will this craziness be done?

I can’t shake the thought of what if

each one of us would take on a little blame

and would try to right what’s wrong in their own little world

10/17/2002

Posted on 10/17/2002
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