I'm sick of feeling lost,
And I just want a family to go home to.
The tears and accusations,
I can't handle.
Your inadequacies,
are not my crosses to bear.
Stop trying to control me-
I'll think what I like.
You aren't God and you're not my master.
There are bigger things out there,
Than your fears and doubts.
Nobody cares,
What you're on about!
They're too busy living life,
not wallowing in misery.
Does anybody care,
What happened when you were three?
You say that she cheated at chutes and ladders?
The world is at an end!
I'm sure that someone who is starving,
Will help her to make amends.
A father too absorbed,
In his own little world,
Is hard pressed to see,
That his walls are crumbling.
Where's your daughter tonight?
And why is your son not moving?
Did you forget about them?
Or can't you be bothered to see.
Have we simply stopped caring?
Is humanity just a statistic?
No love, no compasion,
Only right and wrong,
Only good and evil,
All balck and white,
No gray at all?
I cannot believe this,
All hope can't be lost!
I will sit by the river
And ask the Goddess for inspiration
As to what my path should
Or could be.
Until then I hope-
I must, or all is lost.
CSHL- 7 November, 2004. St. Brice, France.
