What I Do Not Understand.
There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have. The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have.
Am I angry or sad?
How do I know what to feel?
Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal. I look all around at the world. Then I look inside. I sit waiting for the afterworld. Away from the chaos near and wide.
Sad eyes and tortured cries abound. Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around. Will the noise ever cease? Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?
Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators? I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor? Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?
How can I reach out to help
To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help when life is so disconcerting? Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant while outside people starve from disease or drought?
These things I do not understand. What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand often make me forget what I have.
There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have. The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have.
Am I angry or sad?
How do I know what to feel?
Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal. I look all around at the world. Then I look inside. I sit waiting for the afterworld. Away from the chaos near and wide.
Sad eyes and tortured cries abound. Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around. Will the noise ever cease? Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?
Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators? I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor? Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?
How can I reach out to help
To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help when life is so disconcerting? Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant while outside people starve from disease or drought?
These things I do not understand. What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand often make me forget what I have.