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People come & go, that’s the cycle of life
One minute you know them the next they’re a stranger
Different me’s come & go, that’s the cycle of strife
One minute I know myself, the next I’m a stranger
Lost in limbo, I can’t discern which way to turn
Got 1,000 old me’s on my shelf in different urns
Whippin’ up a new me in my schizophrenic churn
You could say I’m like most things, still to be learned
I don’t think I’ll ever live up to my expectations
It’s just too easy to fall into these temptations
How many of you have felt these frustrations?
One minute I’m a genius, the next I’m an idiot
Every single days a struggle to live deliberate
Maybe I think too much, maybe I need to acquit
Maybe not, I’m just trying to make it all make sense
Where are you, God? I’d love to hear your two cents
I have a lot of questions for you; I’ve been on the fence
Did you create yourself? Where did you commence?
And what’s your thoughts on killing in your defense?
These days, isn’t war in your name just a pretense?
Will we ever understand? Or is it just too immense?
If life was my landlord I can’t say I’d renew my lease
My biggest fear? I’ll decease before finding inner peace
Wish I could go back & hear Socrates & Plato in Greece
Wish I could go back to Galilee and hear Jesus teach
Wish I could go back to 1963 and hear MLK’s speech
Why’s the hardest part practicing what you preach?
If only there were some kind of conscience bleach
Swear I know the right way but still I choose wrong
These inner demons have been at me for oh so long
Maybe I was born in the wrong time, I don’t belong
Lost in trivialities, searching for a way out of the throng
I’m looking to the stars where the Gods sit thru my telescope
I feel small but yet infinite, it helps cope and gives me hope
I like to imagine God’s looking back thru his microscope
thinking: face your woes, they’ll follow you around the globe
and all there is to know is within you, you just have to probe
even the righteous suffer, didn’t you read the book of Job?
and life’s what you make it, a lucid dream, no frontal lobe
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