It could be so simple

Are we clouding ourselves from one true view? Are we casting our prospective visions askew? Are we leaving sense and wrecking harmony? Could the problem be us, be you, be me? It could be so simple, but we give up on demand, It could be so wonderful, but we refuse to reprimand, We lose all of our strength in a laid back haze, And we're leaving all goodness in pockets of laze, Is there any way possible for us to repent, Use the respectable reason from others we've lent, Take a little happiness that others have sent, Is intention enough, if it's goodness we've meant?