God's Question

The water it is raising, and the Sun is oh so hot. Is this the year for saying, goodbye to all that we have got Sitting in confusion while knowing happiness can’t be bought We dig it up and form into a baubles dream Then thoughtless cast it aside and buy the newest Ponzi scheme As Lemmings to the ocean we seem oh so bereft Rushing into madness while heading for a cliff Madness veiled as laughter ringing into cheers Never once confronting the source of all our fears Watching eyes in their confusion as we fail to use his tools Can I be the creator of this world filled with fools?