Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to drive to the edge of the Earth.
Sometimes I wonder, would my non existence matter if my mother would’ve never given birth.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m really just living to die.
Sometimes I wonder what I really could be if I had a little faith and try.
Sometimes I wonder what song the birds sing in the morning.
With all the these signs around me, maybe it’s me that they are warning.
Sometimes I wonder why the rich are extremely wealthy and the low class, extremely poor.
While the government only tells half of the story, knowing there is more.
Sometimes I wonder why there are so many wars to fight.
If we as people are entitled to have our own opinions, then who’s wrong or who’s right?
Sometimes I wonder if my television is here to teach, confuse or entertain.
When I listen to the radio stations, it’s like my IQ drops in my brain.
Sometimes I wonder whenever there is a riot, why we tear down our own community.
If we didn’t have egos, would we be able have cohabitation with unity?
Sometimes I wonder when you say you hate me, if you really mean it.
Is there a thin line between love and hate, if so, how much space is between it. Sometimes I wonder.
© Isaiah Daniel McCowan