What Goes Around, Doesn’t Come Around

Why is life so complicated?

And why am I so blind?

These and other questions,

Suffocate my mind

I’m good to all people,

Then why am I so sad?

Why do people I care for,

Always think I’m mad?

“What you give is what you get,”

That’s what I always thought,

But in place of all the love I gave,

Only hatred have I got

Nobody likes to be insulted,

And looked down upon,

I hope you know what you’ve got,

Before it’s already gone

With Love

Raoul

January 24, 2003

6:58 PM