One of these days I will have to explain myself.
Why I think what I think.
Why I say what i say and act the way I act.
I hope whoever is tasked with this is honest enough to allow the same to be asked of them.
We are conceived in Ecstasy. birthed in pain and loved dearly.
What does this mean, ultimately nothing.
Nothing that is, till we give it meaning.
We are the purveyor of meaning and purpose in this brief fleshly existence.
We are the creators of purpose, joy, heaven, paradise or hell. As we wish
as children of passion.
Our birthright demands we live passionate lives full of fire. Vim and vigour.
But something happens doesn't it. Something takes this treasure from us.
C,mon. We are all grown folks .I,m sure we can figure it out.
Perception is reality after all.
We believed a lie
and enslaved generations
Now our own guilt and shame imprison us .And our pride holds the key
We rule our self created hell.
We call our redemption paradise. Paradise!? C'mon; Paradaizo?? its right there in the word we use . a walled place.
We have placed ourselves in servitude
and we engage in brutal competition to be the best servant.
come on!
You have eyes but do not see. You have ears but do not hear.
Sons of god yet living as children of serpents and dogs
Looking up instead of looking within.
Soon we will have to explain ourselves
Expitiate our guilt
and finally forgive ourselves