"Sometimes I Wonder" - By LMB

Sometimes when I 

Wonder about this existence. 

This inevitable obvious clash 

 Called resistance. 

 I mean imagine this 

 For instance. 

 Open your minds eye 

 To glimpse with. 

 I mean this is the ultimate 

 Epitome of a selfie. 

 Accept what ever you see. 

 As whatever that truth can be. 

 This consciousness 

 With a conscience. 

 That's conscious enough 

 To ask a question and call your bluff. 

 I mean I know what they say 

 About duality. 

 I just dare to ask and question 

 Who's reality? 

 So for instance upon this subject 

 I Ponder. 

 A focused mind can begin to wonder. 

We know there's friends 

And there's enemies. 

Some are so clever we call them 

Frenemies. 

 It's like this constant battle 

 Between these two sides. 

 It's like the instigators of war 

 Are the ones that never die. 

 As if this warring 

Is infinite, 

and we're all stuck 

Within it. 

 It's like no matter how much you make 

Somebody's gotta try and tax you. 

No matter how peaceful you are 

Some asshole's gotta attack you. 

 It's like I pack a gat 

 When I really shouldn't have to. 

 It's like winning a race 

 Then somebody tries to pass you. 

 You tell the truth? 

 Here's some prick trying to gas you. 

 You bought the biggest of peanuts 

 But no, she likes cashews! 

 You can be clear as a bell 

 Yet people will still mistake you. 

 You can love somebody till death 

 And they'll still find a way to hate you. 

You can give your all and all 

 And that's supposed to mean something. 

 Yet in the end, they'll still say 

 You never did nothing. 

With some I shared a lot of tears 

 And had a lot of good laughs. 

 Would've died for these people 

 Now? Just wanna put my foot in their ass. 

 I just don't understand 

 I guess I'm not from here. 

 I'll be glad when the day comes 

That I know my work is done here. 

 I just want to find that calm 

 In the storm. 

 From all of this treachery that's 

 Accepted as the norm. 

 I have to sit down 

 When I think of it. 

 How they seem to love it 

 Makes me sick to my Damn stomach. 

 It's like I'm starring in a dream. 

 But the devils got a role in it. 

 A positive bubble to escape in 

 Until reality kicks hole in it. 

 I begin to fall hard 

 Hit the ground and brush myself off. 

 Manage to get to my feet 

 But there's blood in my cough. 

 It's ok because I been 

 here before. 

 Survived a few battles 

 Some say I've won wars. 

 I guess the peace 

 That I seek is just not down here. 

 I'll imagine a better world 

 You know my spirit 

 Will be found there. 

 LM Blair