Perhaps I expect too much
Or think way more than I should
That I become afraid of things
And finish with nothing done.
We know not all rules are right
Though sometimes we have to abide
In order to spare ourselves
Of consequences we don’t deserve.
Gray areas are everywhere
And certainty has become rare;
In a society so wretched,
Humanity is far fetched.
Perhaps you’ve done plenteous
That lead my mind to wander far-
To fantasize one happy ending
And thousands of dreadful ones.