Pleading for Mercy

Some days I feel uneasy and moody

For it’s hard for me to realize

A better time and place

Where fun has no ending

Not a care in the world

You would never want to leave

Oh how wonderful to believe in

But I fear days like that will never come again

I am to blame for this life

Through all my own choices, is that how I judge my life?

Through all my own actions, is that how I accredit my existence?

Through all my own non-actions, is that how I realize my negligence?

Through all my own desires, is that how I appraise my value?

Through all my own decisions, is that how I evaluate my progress?

Certainly may be others way of thinking of me?

Uncertainty again

Some days I feel good and happy

For it’s easy for me to forget

The horror and hell of the present tense

Where every hour is like excruciating pain

You wish the world would blow up

And you want to get up and leave

Oh how dreadful to believe in

But I fear many more days like that to come

I am to thank for this life

Because, of all my own choices, is how I can judge my life.

Because, of all my own actions, is how I can accredit my existence.

Because, of all my non-actions did, is how I can commend my valour.

Because, of all my own desires, is how I can appraise my value.

Because, of all my own decisions, is how I can evaluate my progress.

Certainly isn’t that everything a person can do?

Uncertainty again