Questions
Questions fuel our lives
forever forward and leads
each of us to find
our own personal answers.
How are you? How goes
the day? Innocent questions
to be sure, but the
generic answers we give
(fine, well, good, super
or fantastic) erodes and
corrodes our souls if
not lived in earnest.
These lies slake our truth
and contaminates our soul.
I was once happy,
Yes, I have know that gift, known
it well, but that was
many years ago, and I
hope to again. Though life has
given me much, it
has taken more in return.
And I grow tired.
Tired of wearing this mask,
this visage of joy
to appease others and to
safeguard their feelings.
Questions plague the mind
leaving the soul to grapple
in the dark night for
an authentic answer. Why
are you here? What is
your purpose. Is life worth the
effort that living
will demand of you? Only
you can answer these
questions, only you
can know your whole truth.
Feel it’s true import.
The more I see, the more I
live; I come to grasp
an unsettling truth: Life,
such as it is, is
an absurd pastime
that will slowly steal
all your fortitude and strength
until you are a
mere husk of the dreams
you once dared to dream.
