I question at times
If I wrong
Wrong about everything
If I just an Idealistic failure
Who cant save anyone
A preacher with out an audience
A man who is so twisted by his past
That he is willing to cast away everything
For nothing
Is this how I am?
Or am I something more
What a mess of contradictions
Who can sort this out
What a fine mess Ie made of my soul
Is my confidence unfounded
Am I just another fool
Who thinks he has all the answers
A charlatan looking for a quick fix
I no better
No better then those I look down upon.
No better then those I shun
I am human too
So frail in the face of the world
Just another drop in the ocean
Nothing special at all
Not gifted with any great insight
I powerless
Just an infant
Screaming at everything I hate.
Yet I can do nothing
Yet
Have I been wrong
Is what I have said not truth
But its not yet reality
In the end
What will I be remembered as
The man who stood strong
Or the child who cried about the world