Thoughts on Life
I'm waiting, but what am I waiting for?
The chance to try on a new identity
To find the reason I'm here.
They say that it should bring happiness
Just to be alive
But who really believes that when
All we ever want is to be someone else?
Even those who seem to be perfect
Wish to be in our shoes some days
Not only are they flawed
But it is harder to be flawed and seem perfect
Than to admit our flaws openly
And hope for others to accept them
I'm waiting
Waiting for the blue moon to throw away the worlds pain
Who needs it anyways?
Why are there people starving and being killed?
Why is there money?
Why can't we just have things.. why?
Can't we just accept eachother as we were made
God made us all the same, no man or woman was created unequal
We are not inferior to anything else,
Nor are we superior to eachother
There is nothing perfect ever made
But for some reason
We're all here
We weren't put here to pass judgement on eachother
We weren't put here to do wrong
Or suffer
Or feel pain
We were put here to learn
To feel the bliss of love
And to do as our parents did