Friday, October 27, 2006
The reality is
We don’t want to know
We say we want the truth
That will set us free
But we’d rather find ourselves
An answer that gratifies our pride
That we think we want
Not what we need
Worlds apart
Maybe there’s someone
On another dimensional plane
I wonder if they live the lives
That we all throw away
The one of perfection and
Daily discipline
We don’t want the truth
Not because we think
We can’t measure up to it
But because we know if
We’re capable
We would have found ourselves
Capable enough not to need
Finding an answer
And maybe that is our downfall
That we think we hold a key in us
That surely can answer life
Since we are life
But we’re not
We’re the dust of life
And dust can never be
The wind that swirls it in circles
There is a hand
That all creation moves from
And in our little flight
We think we are omnipotent
We only carry the reflection
Of a power that stirs us on
debbie at 8:32 AM