I just wrote this poem, an I wuz sittin here thinkin
“I just want to be a good person”
Then it dawned on me, that is my problem
It all depends on who your around!
So then I thinks to me-self
“Should I stand on my own judgement? … No!”
“That would make me the evil one”
“It would make me the enemy of anyone who doesn’t agree”
So now I know
We ride the wave of subjective morality
Hoping only to survive
I’m not sure how I’ve made it this long…
with such a big mouth.
MindWorld 