Words by a weak player.

I dont know and I dont understand.
To what I have seen
To what I have felt
To what I have been feed all this while.

These bones and flesh yearns for something
Something so deep yet so simple
Something so simple almost everybody
Has felt, has touched, has tasted.
And to some lucky ones,
Still living with it.
And you will some day carry it along with you
And give it back in return.

I dont know and I dont understand.
To why I did not have the chance
Was it my fault being unable to choose
What role
What cast
What play
What stage
Was it ever my fault at all ?
And if I was not given the chance,
what will I give back in return ?

I dont know and I dont understand.
To why this endless hunger engulfs me.
To why this greed and anger in me.
To why the past aint fair to me.
To why I fail to remember the sunshine, I sure have
To why I am at best in remembering the rain, I sure am

I dont know and I dont understand.
If it all was a true, fair play, if at all, accordingly,
What is this am I feeling now ?
What more do I want to see?
What more do I want to feel ?
What more do I want to feed myself with ?
What more ?

I dont know and I dont understand.
If it all was a bad play that can last for a life time,
Acted by great actors, but watched by poor fools,
What is this bones and flesh still yearning for
What is nothingness, emptiness, fear ?
What is confusion, insecurity, resentment ?

I am a poor fool that does not know and does not understand.