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?