I Don’t Know

I Don't Know

Why time exists
Yet fear of fear persists
Folks declare truth as fiction
If lies possess better diction
The righteous can live compassion free
The wise often no more than three
More is often less than more
Yet many wish to still keep score
Nature tries to summon the living
While too many living give up giving
My friends shut their eyes to not see
What should have been and what might be
I do know that I must fear
Those whose vision certain and clear
Who are so sure they know
Knowing lies make a better show
Still our lives are not a play
Yet  a sense of play may lead the way
We need savage humor to break this mess
A touch of love, its pained caress