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
Copyright © Gideon Rice | Year Posted 2010
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