I

I want happiness.
I tell you my thoughts, hopes, and ideas;
I contribute to the world;
Nothing is returned to me.

Maybe I need to stop saying I,
For the I can only see one thing,
And sometimes I do not see at all,
But I need not I's to learn.

If the world equals out,
Repaying good with bad and both ways,
I should be King of the World,
But the leaves still fall on my grave without grass.

I do not wish to die,
I am not in my grave yet,
But I keep saying I,
I will never say I anymore -- will I?

I Feel Like Crap

I feel like crap.
I don't want to drink, all the time.
I'm not addicted.

I want health.
But I succumb like everyone else.
I was going to be different, but I ended up the same.

I was supposed to be special.
Everyone said I was so.
But I'm more average than Lake Wobegon.

I fell in to the same trap.
I fell in to the hole of ignorance.
I fell in to the path of the flock.

Worse yet,
I don't care to climb,
And I feel like crap.

Why do I want to live in a world,
That is full of hatred?
That is slowly committing suicide?
Why do I want to live in a country,
That is full of stupidity?
That is full of troubles?
Why do I want to live in a state,
That is hurting itself?
That is full of problems?
Why do I want to act,
In a play full of fun?
In a play that takes my time?
Why do I want to love,
In a time that the world could do without?
During a time that values are messed up?
But if I ask all this,
I have to ask,
Why live life?