I have the sense of lacking self control

 

I kid you not when I breathe bidi 

 

I have a distanced memory 

 

I dance not when my soul has perished beneath the gravel 

 

I sin you not when I tell you I will live an eternal life of repetition 

 

I anticipate not a ceremony when I show you that I am pastel 

 

For I shade in with a gentle shrug 

 

My tint is stained like a memoir of pain and suffering 

 

I could bare these elusive truths 

 

Clearly a single soul spreader through that of something that is the scars on my family tree

 

I hold no scars for all has been forgotten 

 

We are our own 

 

Yet we stand alone 

 

We catch silence til the light resurrects from the frozen whisper of dawns' death

 

It shivers through me 

 

This sensational idea 

 

Are we the definition of a scientific theory of existence or are we the wonders of the unknown psyche? 

 

We are born 

 

We live

 

We question

 

We die

 

In that we live again 

 

Yet from everything we know

 

The knowledge came from what we didn't know

 

On this canvas of happiness it shines "live upon death for neither shall we understand" 

 

It amazes me that everyone must know everything 

 

For they feel it is the key to all happiness 

 

When in truth knowledge leads people into darkness 

 

Away from the light they had already foreseen 

 

I am amazed by all the knowledge I have come across 

 

The history I was once eager to learn 

 

It has lead me from my external happiness 

 

I am now buried with my soul in darkness 

 

Soon the treasure shall be found in this darkness

 

In hopes the awesomeness in everything will be found 

 

Indeed

 

A true maze to truth and happiness