Are my pains and troubles only temporary?
Is this meant to inspire me?
Am I suppose to withstand?
Or is that only irony?

What if the future I imagine does not come out to what it seems to me?
Will reality set in for what life means to me?

Am I that of something too profound to decide?
Or a wicked red eye in the sky?
Does my heart overule the mind?
Does an impotent blue flame lie inside?
  
Why is it that my heart cries for joy?
why does the world outcast the compassionate and pure at heart?
Where am I to go from adversity?
And where do I start?

Is all that we become destined to be?
Or are the things in life that take place
Part of an ongoing race?

Are we purposed in life to differ right and wrong?
Or is the intentions moreso to do what is required to live old and long?
Will the abundance of my heart sprout as flowers of the earth?
Will I illume as the moon glows the night?
Or will external circumstances dim my inner light?