Sometimes, I wonder why I do what I do.
I wonder, if every task that bears my name,
Is worth the sacrifices that I make.
Sometimes, I wonder why people are the way they are.
Did God made them the way they are,
Or if their experiences have made them the individuals that they are.
Sometimes, I wonder how some like myself,
Can survive in a world filled with evil ways.
I wonder, what the powers above believed my role to be, when they sent me down here to be.
Sometimes, I wonder why all living being can’t get along.
Why, men fight over everything big or small,
In a manner that makes no difference from the apes they evolved from.
Sometimes, I wonder if the earth would hit the sun,
Putting an end to what we have become.
I wonder, if the teachers and leaders we have left,
Can actually save the dark souls that we have become.
Sometimes, I wonder.