The Journey Of Life
Sitting alone in a rainy day,
Tired of games, too bored to play,
Nothing left to do, no demons to slay,
No one to please, no one to obey,
Panic, disorder, crisis of identity,
Is someone out there, any entity?
In the world of grey, there is no black and white,
Darkness is everywhere, no hope here, no light,
In this scarcity of matter, the emptiness is atomic deep,
What is real or imagination, what to lose, what to keep,
Finding God in this infinite multiverse,
Athiests fool themselves, but why are religions diverse?
In the grand scheme of things, who am I?
Do I matter, or will I just fade and die?
Will someone remember, will they cry?
Thinking of a guy who used to get high,
Endless dreams shattered in endless screams,
But I am still here, dreaming the impossible dreams,
Fighting for a future that may never be,
But the real fun is in the journey you see.
Posted on February 10, 2014, in Life and Experiences, Poetry and tagged break, breaking, christians, christmas, earth, evolution, experience, happiness, heartbreak, hurt, islam, jewish, jews, judaism, life, love, muhammad, muslims, pain, peace, pipe, religion, revolution, science, smoking, weed, world. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.