Delirious Desires

I wish to paint my walls;
But the colors, I cannot find.

I look at the world, jaded,
Still cannot make up my mind.

So what do we have today?
Another deceit or another way?

Something, stirs inside
What is it, I cannot determine:

A desire for truth or the desire to lie,
A desire to live, a desire to die.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope all of us watching. B.P oil company of G.B. had polluted and destroy a great ocean. Look at their great profit. Who inspected the rigged that were drilling oil?
"So what do we have today?
Another deceit or another way?"
The cost to the effected States and countries to clean-up this mess should be paid 100 per cent by B.P oil. Who will repair the loss of the animals of th sea?
A very good poem. You made me think. Last lines were outstanding. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Indigo Ribbon]

Great poem! This poem says to me decisions, and how we as humans are such hypocrites, We preach truth, but every single day we tell lies. The only pointer i would give you, is to try and stay away from mediocre rhyming. Good job!