I question myself on what life is about
And my worth as a person I often do doubt
Society in general I fail to impress
And in Big Brother's eyes I am not a success.
In my life I find little to celebrate
And in time I'm not distant from my use by date
Yet few I look up to and none I revere
And of death 'tis the thought of it I only fear.
I question our judgement on the people to high office we elect
For one cannot help but of political leaders to be circumspect
When it comes to our reasoning we are not very wise
For our trust in them some do repay us in lies.
I question the existence of this being known as God
In a World where many are poor and downtrod
In most things I look at a question I see
I am always embracing the cynic in me.