Confused Mind

Life is cruel and unjust with limitless possibilities for good My life is blessed like a fawn born into a quiet wood The fawn dances and runs through the woods but has the instinct to fear My fear of the world is pondered over and over while looking in the mirror War is good is keeps up safe and sound Yet I would never shoot a man to the ground Money should be prized above all things This makes it hard to cherish how well my child sings That fawn does not fear inadequacy or scorn No it is only me who’s felt this since the day I was born I volunteer and shake some hands It’s a feeling that is grand All the while some child dies as there was not a morsel to eat After dinner my wife and I will turn up the heat And I’ll wake up next to the woman I love above all Not some stranger who I took without knowing at all The days drag on an I continue to think in the mirror In hopes that one day it will all be clearer But does worrying matter or make a difference No the only wrong worry or fear is indifference