It seems like everywhere I turn
There’s a conflict goin’ on
The glass is half empty, who gets the rest
The glass is half full, conflictive guesses
Everywhere I turn someone’s sayin’ to me
The world is what you make of it
What you give is what you receive
When I look back I don’t see what I’ve done
That would put me in the middle of these conflicts abound
When I look back I’m filled with wonder
I’m filled with questions that render me answerless
Maybe if I could see into my future life
I’d find the incident that causes my despair
I’d find the karmatic justice
That our God induces as fair
But as of now I’m still in wonder
I'm against the flow because I don’t understand
My weighted mind can only take so much
My emotional boundries are overstepped daily
But thanks to society, no one can know
No one can know of my weakness of sanity
My roof is worn and the drops are coming in
Drops of emotional insanity collect on my psyche
This small puddle’s growing quickly and the runoff is moving fast
The puddle of insanity is streaming slowly into my everyday reality