5/24/2008

Life lives inside of me but it can’t be free

Held by all the traditions of right and wrong

What is right seems sometimes wrong

And what is wrong will sometimes seem right

If life is trapped within itself

How does it survive?

Does it feed on it’s own essence?

Which way would I go if I could get out?

Where would it stop? Who is hurt in the process?

Are the questions ever answered?

Only God knows the the end from the beginning

Therefore one must live to be free

And yet free to live but watch out!

The traps of right are set among the wrongs of others

Who stop all from living free

Their life is more important I guess

Does guilt ride on their shoulders like it does on mine?

I do what I can but is it ever enough?

Are the questions still being asked?

Yes! But until my answers come

I will wander in the realms of the unknown.