Naughty By Nature

Right projects out like a sore thumb, however it wears camouflage in our eyes;

We intend to do right in the midst of this life, but we are defeated in our tries.

Attempting over and over to walk on the straight and narrow;

But in this complex life, the target never embraces the arrow.

Explanation and answers never seem to align with the truth;

Actions speaking louder than our words are always viewed as uncouth.

Supporting what is right is only presented in a silent avenue;

Standing firm on our beliefs has no longer been considered a virtue.

We take the road travelled by many in order to grow in our ranks;

Never taking the journey travelled by less, for we fear to walk the plank.

The only time we complement is to cover up the many lies;

For we left behind the residue of our two-faces, and formed artificial allies.

Why is it so hard to live a life within the parameters that are correct?

Instead we take negative routes, and to all alternatives we neglect.

It appears that we are creatures of habit, and embrace the common side of failure;

Sadly enough we continue these paths, for we are all naughty by nature.

The pen just had to testify!