there are things in life
that even now I strive
to understand
like why people brand
others, their own brothers
lunatics, losers, heretics
yeah it's pretty pathetic
really,
wish I forgave you now
-wish I said something-
something simple, like hi,
or goodbye
-and all those things in
between-
doesn't matter now,
doesn't really mean
a(ny) thing
(none of these poems do)
