Pack of Lies
My life is on a string
Being blown like a leaf
In any direction
What seem like small decisions
Can make drastic changes
If I would have
If I could have
Are all questions we ask ourselves
Why are some destined
And some doomed
Is it God, is it luck …
Who is to be questioned
Have we all been consumed
In this worldly pack of lies,
thoughtlessness and unconcern
Ben Youngblood, 1988