Worker Bee

Scratching my skull while a search for a cause,
for any reason, any right for these internal wars.

Looking up a subjective yet firm parchment of law,
that aids a form of living thats not living at all.

There is no solution for this systems known notable flaws,
the grow, they evolve and keep dodging resolve.

QUESTION MARK!! QUESTION MARK!! ... your stained in my head
you woven well through time with a patented thread.

I loosen my gaze and peruse with the whys,
to peel back the truth from what serves as a ruthless disguise.

Because its hard to see purpose in the work that i do,
when every day that passes leaves me aching and bruised.

I'm never one to accuse, point fingers, or label a few,
but someone else is getting fat of the ware on my shoes.

I'm just a confused individual, curious to hear
an answer to my pnderings to settle my fear.