These paintings on the wall

I wish I could be like them 

They're standing tall, no care at all

however our patience runs thin. 

Lately, we've been mad at the world

and the things that we have become 

I wish I could've give it all to you

but I live under the sun. 

But I see it all from you 

God, I wish you had a clue 

how come you ask me for the answers 

when I still don't know what to do. 

How come we fear what we don't know until it all comes clear

How come we ignore the greatest things in our lives when they're always so near.

The human curse of ones mind subjectivity leads into a life of pity and despair 

I sit at this table with you all knowing no one is really there.