Thoughts

I sit in a dark room,
There is no light,
There is no hope for this dying youth,
Thoughts rumble around inside my head,
They don’t really make sense,
Just words stuck in there all jumbled up, 

The normal thoughts plaque me,
Like why are here in this world?
Why do we goto war over silly things?
Are we really a doomed race people?
Is the human race really doomed?
Can we learn from our mistakes? 

It seems like the only people that care,
Are the people that can’t do anything,
It’s the people stuck in a revolving door,
The keeps on spinning a round in circles

Is life just a huge revolving door,
Making us repeat everything,
In our lives so very often, 
If I looked out into the night sky,
Would I find the god we are supposed to worship?
Or would I just find another madman looking down at me and laughing?
If we can believe something or someone we can’t see?
But we can’t believe the things we do see?

More questions than answers,
All these unanswered questions,
They fill in my head like letters in a mailbox,
If there is a God why does he let us live like this?

Maybe he is just the invisible force,
That keeps us on the straight and narrow,
He knows we stray for the right path,
That might be why people think he picks them up and sets them straight,

These are just the thoughts in my head,
Written down on paper for all to see,
Sometimes these thoughts don’t help me,
Sometimes they haunt me like an old ghost,