It’s the simple things
They say
I worry to much
About love having a way
I wish I were brilliant
And able to speak soft
As I deal with my failings
I have noble thoughts
Never do I speak right
But there is something that needs said
I don’t know why my thinking
Leads me to believe I need to be well read
Why if it was written already
Is there not a peaceful world tonight
Is it of ones own making
The fight of wrong and right
If you knew all that was
There would be nothing to say
Or maybe since I don’t know
I am wrong
More of the same old same
I talk a lot about what I don’t know
My beliefs are filled with trash
Full of fear, year to year
Waiting for a blast
I thought I was smart when
A pawn in a bigger game
No peace on the board
We are ignored
For lust and greed and gain
But hope is a thing
And things exist
So a logical possibility
Is shrouded in the mist
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