conflictions

how is one so smart
so often confused
that works so hard
so often subdued
has so much talent
yet cant find the words
so i drink by the gallon
and puff on the herb
one so prideful
is so easily humbled
one so mindful
so easily stumbles
some one thats such a lover
so often hurt
a friend or mother
not those that deserve
how come some one so friendly
is so often alone
the bottle is emptied
while i sit at my home
why can one that loves god
hardly ever find him
while those with out laws
stumble into him blindly
how can one with so much joy
be staggered with sarrow
one with so many ploys
not predict tomarrow
one with so much passion
be filled with such doubt
the rain keeps on pouring
but im stuck in this drought
how can we search for peace
when we create the war
as we cure one disease
we discover 10 more
how do we be ourselves
when were all the same
can we covet the wealth
to cover the pain
as everthing becomes corperate
we crave individiuals
the poor become more helpless
left to fend for them selves
if we privatize water
we copratize life
balancing survival
on profits sharp knife
can we fight for freedom
and be peaceful and passive
can one man defeat them
unless backed by the masses
can we pray for forgivness
when we thrive for our sins
can i get a witness
that im not at my end
do we care global woarming
is set to destroy
when tomarrow morning
is still here to enjoy
can the ink that i use
bleed what my hart feels
or will i be subdued
untill i am killed?