Existential Crisis For All
Can't help what I feel;
It's the way I am, I guess.
I am what I am.
I want to be good,
I want to be - DO better,
But I can't help it.
What even is right or wrong?
Why do we let these rules govern us?
Because it's easier to coexist?
It's just not in my nature;
I fight for control,
Fight for what I want.
I only hold back if I risk it all.
But aren't rules meant to be broken?
Sure, they protect us;
But no-one ever found out anything
Without pushing the boundaries.
So what do we do?
Push the boundaries, but try to maintain
The good within us?
This poem is about:
Our world