A Question

A Question

Of the entire world, I can acquire and seek
People are the one thing I can’t live without,
They say,
But what is a man, other than the last decay?
What is man, but the doomsday prophesy, the mercy of delay
 Don’t make me start on people I always say
For there is no worth for man’s body, but just a simple clay
A mouse in a big mansion, followers of the devil by devotion
Unhealthy race with an eternal abortion
A virus to the world, an abomination
A cycle of madness a big  big condemnation
 So to answer this mystery
Man and man’s condition
 are strangers to the world, unsolved problems and we are the big Question?
You may think I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about
You are right
You are right I don’t
Man’s motivation is as far as his eyes can see
I am guilty of that I am a man, u see
F*ck the Human race, let me talk about me
The real me
One of the mysteries
Me and my condition
Are open for the entire world to see, I am not ashamed by the things I pretend not to be
Sometimes being me is like finding the first light bulb
A simple work of dust or a poetic work of art Oh superb!
Sometimes I feel not knowing myself is what I deserve
Not knowing which master to serve
Sometimes being me is like the fallen angel, a star with its orb
Defiance is its character loneliness its rob
So I question myself every day for betterness
Confronting your real sense kills your affection for acceptance
 Because cursed with eternal existence
I am a garbage man with fake people I dance
So this mystery
Me and my condition
As with most people; I am too unsolved problem and the big Question?