I wonder, I think and I ponder
My thoughts travel afar to the place of no return
I sit back and hold a medz, I think about the past events
Did I learn from the mistakes I made, should my reactions get a passing grade
I can’t take back words I already said or thoughts I wrote down and others read
The movements that I made, were they based on my own initiative or was I persuade
Did I fall or did I stand, I’m not sure if thoughts are still at sea or on dry land
It’s complicated, yes, but at the same time it’s simplicity at its best
Is this the place where I want to be, am I living life trapped or am I living it free
Day by day I adjust my play, year by year more failures I fear
Am I the one who is different or are my peers the one who are being consistent
My thoughts often clash with those around me, I often end up in the minority and not the majority
The choices I make regarding religion are they predestined or are they my decision
Who has the right to chastise those who make mistakes, just because we valued them as being great
Why should I allow myself to be victimize by those who talk big and criticize
Should I limit myself to the reach of my hand or should I push myself to pass that point and expand
I feel I am destined for greatness and to make a change, but the downpresser inside me says I’m thinking out of my range
Can I become what I had envision before, can this boy become a man with a idealistic décor
Can I really overcome a weakness by using positive thoughts and precepts
How it is the rest of the world wants me to compromise while they continue to pressure me until I’m tenderized
Just how much is it that I can achieve if I continue to ignore their tricks and refuse to be deceived
When will it be my time to shine, it seems like ages I’ve been here waiting in this almost unmoving long line
Why should I have to come into contact with those who are evil, is it so I appreciate the good in other people
Why does most time life feels so unfair, it’s as if my guardian angel no longer cares
My mind questions my heart, my heart questions my mind, these non-stop interrogations seems like a waste of time
If I seek can I find some solutions, if I look within can I dispel all illusions
I wonder, I think and I ponder
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