sea of quandary
Why do we always lie to ourselves?
The way the sunlight glances on your shoulders.
Your hair shimmers in the shadows of the trees.
Is nothing pure?
Is everyone selfish?
Can we escape solitude if we build a draw bridge that is controlled by discernment?
We stand in a sea of quandary. Pulled in two directions.
Good to evil as nice is to bad.
why do we live in a world deep rooted in sad.
the cold, cold steel pierces your brow.
sweat beads and the choice is now.
twist, turn, laugh and dance.
leave nothing to chance.
eyes filled with slumber, you awaken to the best.
Your soul beats, can it find rest?