Some Days

Some days I wonder why is it
That no matter how old I get
I still don't want to be all set
Why is it that some have it all
And some have nothing at all
Why is it that some are still
standing after a fall
And some won't get
to make a final call
Why is it that some were born with a silver spoon and some always question
If we truly put our flag on the moon
Why is it that some believe
the government protects everyone
And some still believe they are hiding green aliens at area 51