Who Am I

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