I want to say something, but I don't have the right. I want to change something, but I don't want to fight. These words are dumb, unless they result in action. My mind is quite numb during social interaction. So far my cause is lost, for the goal I seek is hidden. My wandering is the cost of this half-assed living. I wish I could stop listening to this thought. As farmers always harvest their crop, my self worth I will have always fought.