There are many reasons for what we do
May it be good or for others not so
Though we just wish we find a way or two
To stand for something imperfect it may be too.
What sets the difference between doing what’s right
And feeling it is right to do things outright?
What is more pretentious than trying to be unpretending?
I have done the worst been to hell and back
What more could I ask, for pain and the shack?
We live by others’ standards and assume we are liked
Forgetting everything is real, we all try to feign.
We say what is nice to hear though hard it is to bear
To go against what we stand and adhere
Is something long in life we have to master.