we resort to cussing when the only repercussion
is our own fault from what we sin but we feel within
that life would be too much for us to change our touch
ask what we have on this earth to better our worth
when it is our choice how we use our voice
minimal thoughts make noise serious ones cause poise
because we never chose to think of why the ribbon is pink
the red cross resembles the sick or why us humans were picked
to be the most knowledgeable in the world we paint our life as a mural
when that thought alone is irrational; we fail tests that are passable
we get confrontational simple business operational
"I love you" feels sensational but the words are migrational
Life was right here and you moved right passed her
and we wonder why in the hell that we have no answers