posted on Sep, 8 2016 @ 12:59 PM
I guess this is where you put poems too. Forgive me if this is the wrong place.
I spent many years in my youthful days pondering the mysteries of life. In my adult years things have become somewhat clearer. At least I have had
time to formulate my ideology about some of those questions.
Is life complicated because we make it so?
Is it more simple when we look closer?
Do we have a balance to achieve?
Is there really a god to believe?
Right or wrong?
Pluses or minuses?
Does karma play a role in the evolution of our soul?
Is there a soul?
Is there an afterlife?
Do we get more than one chance?
I hope there is a higher power,
I communicate with something,
or am I delusional in thinking this?
Positive or negative,
an energy surely exists,
I feel it coursing through my veins,
or am I delusional about this, too?
I truly want to believe that what I think is not delusional.
I do not know without a reasonable doubt,
does it matter if I shout it out?
Is having faith in what we don't see delusional?
Is everything we think we see an illusion?
The stars above us seem to twinkle,
the Earth seems to rotate,
the Moon seems to shine and go through phases,
these are illusions to us?
What I choose to believe may not be what you perceive,
do they deceive us when they teach us?
Time comes and goes, but is it real or just our imagination?
I wear a watch or I watch a clock, the seconds tick away,
every day the ritual is the same, days change?
Isn't every day the same with a different name?
Monday through Sunday the time ticks the same way.
Who knows what is the real time?
Does it even matter?
Life could be but a minute in the Universe.
Do we have time to waste?
Is love the answer to it all?
Does love even exist?
I think it is real, but am I delusional?
My conclusion is possible delusion,
we are who we are,
no matter what time it is.