Shrouded

Perhaps too often... we give up in life Perhaps too often... we thought we could've done Too often... if only we could be precise Yet precision isn't only for champions to shun We can always do so much more Why the withdrawal... why the refrain? We grew to robotically ignore And to automatically push the blame I do not think the many centuries has taught us well I do not think the modernize world can change an innate captivity The word simple simply no longer spells The much ask for yet unattainable simplicity We ask for love only to be too selfish too share Yet we do share only if beneficial in absolute secrecy We have a need to be nice not that we dare We can't just be nice in this world of shrouded decency Too often... much more we could've done Too often yet...its much easier giving up in life As bearers of our own uncovering truth we shun We further cover with deceits to thoughtlessly survive