Wondering

Sitting here alone, staring into the computer screen
I wonder
Is the world truly a better place?
Are we better people?
Is the human race good enough to even be allowed to live?
I feel as though
I was born into the wrong body
Constrained by this material form
Ready to take flight
To soar to the outer most boundaries
If there are any
But trapped within this sack of skin and bones
I type furiously over and over
Still wondering
Wondering