I wish that I could get inside your head
I'd see all the parts that make it work how it does
I'd understand your perspective, your motivations
And why you think the way you do
But you just wouldn't let me in

I wish that, somewhere, there was a good that held all the truth
A catalog of what the right choices are, just to make them all the
easier
A reference work to see how well you're doing in life
I'd always pick the right one

I wish people actually cared about their cause
Then everyone would be in their right place
Rather than just playing mercenary to the turning tides of fate
But that's just how it is

If we understood each other,
Knew what the right choices were
And cared about our cause
We would have no problems
But you wouldn't let me in
So we made the wrong choices
'Cause that's just how it is

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 822 AF.