Barry: I See

I could buy the story that the world is wicked

That mankind is desperate

And alone.

I could start believing that my life will fail me

That my soul is faltering

and hope’s gone

I could use the compass that was shrewdly altered

As to always point to

The wrong north

I could start believing that the sky is falling

that we’re doomed and helpless

On this Earth

I could lose my patience with enduring precepts

with the things that matter

with being me.

I could be deluded to embrace the ugly

and forgo my blessings

But I see.