The one that started it all for me |
As I look around and my thoughts imagine things I sit on this stool and wonder why so much is happening. Like why is the sound of a gentle breeze so peaceful And why a human carrying a gun can be so lethal. See I know your wondering why somethings I say may be comforting And the the other few words may be said pretty stubbornly I just can't help to fear that the ending of a world can be so near. I don't know what's going on, it doesn't make sense I've been observing this world that is full of adolescence. Wide varieties with different ranges of cultures Every religion seems to be compatible to desert vultures. How do you explain the many beliefs Each and every religion seems to be discrete As you encounter the world and different people you meet You'll see how hard it was for those who grew up on the streets. What is education? What does life mean? And why did all of a sudden Martin Luther King have a dream? All these actions seemed to be ethically staged And why are some of earths creations made as invertebrates. Throughout life ill continue to ask questions some will be too obscure to probably even mention But listen and pay attention Because we'll probably absorb some of life's greatest lessons.. |