Guilt is a strange thing. Sometimes we did something wrong, and we know we did wrong, and might even have enjoyed doing the wrong, just to feel guilty afterwards. This is proper guilt. There is another kind of guilt that can weigh us down and become an anchor, even become a burden. This is a strange kind of guilt that condensates in our minds over time. Maybe we feel responsible for the condition of another person, a spouse or child. A grating guilt that nags at the back of our consciousness, not the proper kind of guilt where we know we fucked up, but a guilt far worse, a feeling that we might have fucked up and never noticed. This I believe is just the curse of being human, and when I feel like this I resolve to pay attention, and live deliberately, and know that I am first responsible for myself, then for others. If we can all do this, maybe the world will make more sense?

I am guilty
guilty of being a man
my life arranged 
to serve my plan

guilty I am
having my own opinion
building my personal dominion
not giving a damn

guilty I’ll be
just you wait and see
guilty of being afraid
my resolve mislaid
my patience frayed
my humanity unmade

guilty as charged I am
a simple human man
living as best I can
trying to be 
my own biggest fan