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.