And So It Seems...

that I'm always in a reflective mood,

wondering how trees give us air

and how the tide is pulled by the moon

And I believe that most things begin genuinely,

but end up corrupted like

marriage, human creation, and police stations

At least so it seems...

that we always find ways to fill our time

except we don't have any hours

to honor the Divine

And so it seems that life is full of perplexities

and we try and make the best guess

of what the answers could be

And so it seems that crap always hits you

when your're down

And it seems that we embelish to make things better,

but why can't we be satisfied with the way things are?

And it seems that you haven't achieved anything

unless someone envies who you are,

but you don't need to be on a cover to be a star

Go on, and live by your heart

And please God

It seems it's hard to get people

to think like you do

because everyone believes they possess some truth

It seems we all live a life filled with contradictions

instead of our reality we yearn for fiction

for another life

for another place

At least, that's how it seems to me.