Lost we are
Without a clue.
Astonished that these footsteps
stumbled upon this path but,
it feels more like a maze.
Weaving in and out until we locate the exit.
Often we pace as we search for answers.
The echoes of the wilderness call us
into the forest of self destruction.
It is believed that we will not make it.
It is believed that we are puppets
looking for man to hold our hands
and pull strings and such for us because
vulnerabity is our fault for failure.
What do you do when there's only
weight on one end of the see-saw ?
Do you seek God?
What is the answer?
I'm not quite sure where we belong.
But everyday I awake.
The Uv rays graze my Iris.
I smell the crisp air of suburbia.
And when the winds blow
I feel the oxygen in my heart
Reminding me that opportunity
stands before me.
Maybe we're not so lost after all.
Maybe we're just caught
up in the rapture.
Caught up in the moment.
That we could not caputure
the idea of fortune.
If we tip toe away from the traps
we won't be attacked
when euphoria seeks for attraction. I didn't know my path then.
But I know my path now.
So even when there's sun showers
sunny days are still bound.