Sat In Wonder

How I wonder about all these things sometimes, About this, about that, and those little rhymes. Why men fight, only to die, Leaving all their families with tears in each eye. The baby crying, I can hear the scream, A solution is easily found or so it would seem. Choices the young ones make, Don’t blame them it is only a mistake. How many chances? Does the beautiful lady see the eyes of all the men as she dances? What is to come of us all? Will we be asking that after we O.D. in a club bathroom stall? Did we, or should I say I, just let it all casually fade away? I and myself, to me per sway. Death is not a question, this we all know, Until it comes it is a forbidden show. How shall we then realize the answer? The problem grows inside and its name is Cancer. I don’t know what to say anymore, Looking around I pace the floor. The thoughts in my mind are beginning to multiply. Into a catatonic state, I am now shy. The answers I seek. Ending looking bleak. Before this all comes to its end, Your mind I beg you, to me lend. Take these inquiries to a smarter being. One who has more insight than what you are capable of seeing. Maybe then we can get what I want to find, The answers to my questions in that brilliant mind. Who am I kidding and why would they care? I'm just a kid sitting on his front porch in a busted lawn chair.