This is some other stuff I've been working on. Here goes.
Feeling empty,
Nothing inside but hate,
I wish I could learn to love.
Life is a question,
I have no answers.
In the end its nothing but wasted time and mixed emotions.
For once I wish things would work out right.
Expecting the worst is all you can expect.
When everything seems wrong, what can be right?
Questions seize the brain.
Answers pose more questions.
Are we born to question everything?
Society, history, economy, life, war, death, afterlife?
Is life a constant quarrel,
Or do we just make it so?
The wings of my soul have been clipped.
My eyes burn from insomnia.
Cursed nights and petty regrets always get the best of us.
Death is a frightening fascination.
It plagues us all at night.
Are we all doomed to repetition?
Will there ever be release?
Does heaven have a waiting line?
It seems like everybody wants in.
With all wars fought,
And very few won,
Have we gotten anywhere,
Or just fooled ourselves into thinking we did?
Some things will always go unanswered,
At least in this lifetime.
Can the human mind conceive its own potential?
Some questions have answers.
Some answers pose questions.
Where I come from its called life.
But what is life anyways?
Answering questions with questions,
You would think we would have it figured out by now.
One day, we'll get somewhere.
Hopefully.....
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