late night lament

sometimes i wonder what's the point of going on living in this world alone when all i want to do is share and care and i still seek an honest heart not chained by fear and some may say they do but words are not enough and when the actions are required no one lives up to the promise of the holy words they preach or the fairy tales they sell as if they really want to be so good and kind and real... and i lament this often enough to become boring and meaningless on so many levels irrelevant in this world where honest love is buried by fear and lies are accepted as truth and pretense is reality it hurts it hurts it hurts but who cares enough to do it? (rhetorical until you get here)...