This house

This house of cards in which we live;
this house that stands with nought to give.
This vampiritic world today
leads me to seek another way.
There is no Spirit, there is no Soul;
there’s nothing here to make me whole.
Why am I here, what did I do wrong;
is this really where I do belong?
They say life’s a lesson, a lesson in what;
a lesson in despair, that’s all I’ve got.
But still I’ll battle, I’ll battle through;
I know at the end there’s something new.
The lessons learned, the answers sought;
at the end of day I’ll learn what I’ve taught.
So I’ll seek and find within this mess
the beauty within Gaia’s sweet caress.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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