Wandering my own street wondering of what I see. Is it really so bad?

Thinking to myself if it me or something else

and is it really so bad or easier that way

To ease yourself that way

If I laugh, If I cry. If I think about the face that I want or the love

are they ready for the day when we see all I dream

It’s not really life I own

Am I home in a home where I live without a say?

Easier that way? Don’t know. Hard to say

Streaming at the screen, flooding the world and me

Is it really so bad?

Beneath the din of things truth rustles, truth it rings

and is that really so bad?

listen hard enough you can feel the heavy stuff

I say I say is it really so bad or easier that way?

Ease yourself that way

If I laugh. If I cry.

If I think about the face that I want or the love

are they ready for the day when I dream all I see

It’s not really life I own

Am I home in a home where I live without a say?

Have I found a way to be even worth a damn

Wandering my own street. Wondering of what I see....Is it really so bad?