Balance Lost

Why try to recreate a feeling
Goals etched into my notepad
The sole task of spoiling all the seasons
Good reasons outnumbered by the bad

From Argentina down to Hiroshima
Souls are searching for a meaning
Stop, drop and gave up all we had
The good days outnumbered by the bad

Kind acts given at random
Stand up because you know you should
Such events happen in tandem
Bad men outnumbered by the good

Keen minds cannot be satiated
Only loyal to what is true
And anger like the poll tax created
Old facts outdated by the new

Why try to recreate a feeling
Goals etched into my notepad
The sole task of spoiling all the seasons
Good reasons outnumbered by the bad