Muppet

I wrote so many songs
But I made so few hits
Is it worth Carrying on beating?
We need man power
Am I singing in vain?
Trying to make love cure the pain?
Is it such a selfish way of seeing the world…
That creation never stops?
Am I facing my own loss
When I see my reflection?
Are my words the end of the speech?
Does happiness have an history
When desire doesn’t have a cure?
Are we willing of lightness
Instead of searching for inner sense?
She’s not guilty of seeking approval
When self esteem looks down on her
Are we condemned to the details
Until we have an overview?