where do we go

we memorize the rain and snow
but when our futures foggy where do we go
this isn't exactly a poem just some thought of mine
trying to figure where I fit at this time
I feel lost and soo betrayed
but no reason of feeling this way
Am I depressed out of the norm?
Or am I just a young soul torn
pysically and mentally we work on the clock
never resting to stop
stop the none sense we know nothing about
we're part of the system, but I'm not seeing no benefeit
sick Humans needing medicines they'll never get
mentalli ill hearts hearts scorn
And we still send our troops to war
don't get me wrong im not starting a riot or fight
I just don't get why we feel soo good, yet never do anything right
if we went to the dunes to get bin laden back
why is still sending tapes from his well protected shack
all I'm saying is we been misled
Before you go to bed
Think about what tommorrow will bring
After all aren't we still free?
gas prices go up
our souls go down
death from the war go up
the end gets further away
all I can do now is pray and wait for a better day
we mesmorize the rain and snow
But when our futur's foggy where do we go?