I don't Know

I don't know what to do with my feelings.
They are inside of me, pushing my will
burning in my guts, tearing me apart,
I want to do so much more and I can't...
The social system is moving down hill.
Perhaps we all are standing at a brink
waiting for a race called six feet below;
I feel all over the absence of love,
the hopes for better days are turning dim.
I do not know what to do with my thoughts,
with the thoughts that keep coming from my soul.
I want to write whitout having to spill
the rotten seeds that are crowding the path,
way inside I know tha's too much to ask
the world may not be willing to commit.
I want from my heart to take out the shrill
and to spread out its sap over the land;
and if all the pain cannot come to past,
if in our inner lives we can't be free
I do not know why should I be living.