Why?

I set out to live. I went out to give. My dreams for life set - I could see them. But the further I went and the more time I spent, the reality is I can’t be them. So, in sorrow I pause looking back for the cause, what has led me to where I now stand? I wish that I did not so readily know, but I do and I full understand. For day after day as I go on my way amongst those whom my heart doth submit, though it seems like so simple a thing to afford. I know what to say but don’t say it. And time after time I am guilty of crime, when my actions are set forth to it, then I make my decisions on which life is based. I know what to do but won’t do it. Though I know full and well who I am, why I’m here, and despite all attempts to commit. My own worst enemy I forever remain… I know what I can be but won’t be it.