Does it all make sense yet?
Does this life have any feeling?
Is our soul in the right hearts?
Will we finally find harmony?
Once a upon a time we were all alive
Passed the golden gates as orchestras
synthesized a symphony
No one ever heard of hate or blasphemy
Peace was found along side of freedom
and we could peacefully breathe freely
Now twice a upon a reality death was rudimentary
The faucet leaking took a soul while all our hearts were sinking
Blood clogged so bad it sent vibrations worth 8 years of seizures
The lineage broken breaks down a soulmate into insanity
The silence of fear hoping to find its harmony
Meditation brought me to table of contents.
The subject matter of God and Death
has been humbling to the soul.
I talk with them often for grace.
At times the Devil will have a few whispers.
I am forced to hear but it’s my choice if I should listen.
Peace and freedom is something I fear to balance.
More or less the pages keep turning.
And in this book of life I hope to find the meaning of the soul at least once or twice.