Have you lived?
Do you really look at yourself in such a way that it all lays bare before yourself? Try this sometime, you'll be surprised at your reaction to yourself, if you're truly objective.
I once was innocent, clean, and true.
This is my story, one of questions
Kidding aside, what have I achieved?
To whom does my direction matter
I can’t get depressed, lonely and distressed
Have I made the most of my days walking this life
I can say that I have! Have you?
The question flies around in my brain
If I could, would I do it again?
Would I think the thoughts and say the words
Could all see my feelings, was I heard.
My true intentions, beliefs in my heart
Would my life mean something or simply be forgot.
I once was innocent, clean, and true.
I never had feelings that made me blue.
Did I risk too much or not enough
Did others around me feel that I made life rough.
As a child I had not a care
When I grew older I became aware
Of things corrupt, things not to be done
To others as well as my own
This is my story, one of questions
What did I learn, Did I learn my lesson.
I don’t want to feel to smart
to reach the point that I don’t follow my heart.
That guide that lights my way, through each day.
The sense of being, of what is wrong and right
Have I stood up for good? Have I put up a fight?
Kidding aside, what have I achieved?
Perceptions are what they believe
So can you say, in me what do you see?
A man who is lonely, and feels solitude.
A man who is unsure of where to go or what to do?
I must find the answer and find it soon.
To whom does my direction matter
What do they care of me?
Am I completely untied am I really free?
Do I live for myself, do I care for me?
Why am I so confused? Am I alive?
Am I the only one I deprive?
I am always concerned with giving.
But, do I really live? I once was told,
All must die, but some never really live.
I can’t let this pass without learning
I have to quench this yearning,
the wanting for more the desire to go higher
out of control with my thoughts and deeds.
Forgetting about all my responsibilities and needs.
I can’t get depressed, lonely and distressed
then I’m no good to anyone least myself
I want to be wanted loved and caressed.
Will I remain true to myself, my loved ones no less
For that is the only way,
to carry on each day.
to carry on each day.
Have I made the most of my days walking this life
Living for me and not caring to die.
Remember this thought to myself I must give
All must die, Have I really lived?I can say that I have! Have you?
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