Around and Around
I cannot help but sometimes think
Of all the days I just sit there
With nothing to do
And nothing to say
All as our world keeps crashing down
While society only de-evolves itself
But yet they all seem so happy
So pleasant… So careless
So where am I?, I ask myself
On these lonely occasions
Why is it that to be right is wrong?
And that to be wrong is glorified?
What have we come to?
And where have our morals gone?
I cannot help but sometimes think
That I’m at the short end of the stick
That I’m the one caught back in time
It’s the whimsical things of light
That are always blamed on me
And always come around to me
I do what I think is right and just
But sometimes I end up only hurting
Myself and those I cherish
And that in society’s ruthless path
I’m left behind and alone
With only the Truth to save me
When the Day and Time arrives
