DOUBT
It wouldn't actually matter for thoughts to be unaware My fault is it maybe or is it that I've caught myself in a self affair. No one would believe us, they've been taught too well. I wish they'd seen us Before they stuck on us, their label. Maybe it's for the worst nothing they could do could make us fit. We're not just misfits we're Unfit even for the fittest misfits. Believe me, if you will they can't control themselves or their surroundings There probably won't be a result from these continuous houndings. And yet I find this fact astounding We're all side by side; all alone yet standing. It's as if we are bound with chains, I wished that they could ever think for our gains. Beaten down with this pain, while unconscious we head down towards memory lane. My question for faith rests on one doubt, Will there be a final account?