I am torn between two things I desire,
It is my answer these people require,
But in the end gold must pass through the fire,
Nobody listens, they call me a liar.

I search and search for the one answer,
This is more than just playful banter,
They don’t care and call me a ranter,
Cause these wildfires spread like cancer.

There is no way to stop the train,
People use others for their own gain,
I can no longer live life in the fast lane,
There is no way to stop this pain.

It may just be me but they call me odd,
They talk at me and I sit and nod,
The path they walk is very broad,
Everyone around is just a fraud.