Back of my Head
I am constantly troubled
By something in the back of my head
Visions from my past
Or things, that I mistakenly said
For the opinions that I hold
Were not always the case
Because back in my youth
My head was in a different place
In my life’s long journey
I now somehow realize
How the world has changed
In the perception in my eyes
Has the world really changed?
Or has age changed my views?
For everything seems so different
When I watch the evening news
Life used to be so simple
Our country was always right
But now I have these questions
That never seem, to come to light
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