If I stayed,
Would it be the same
As when I ran?
If I gave up,
Where would I be?
If I love,
Will it last?

I feel numb,
Everytime I doubt myself.

But what's the use of all these
Questions?
I don't know the answer.
But
what if?!

I think that maybe
(maybe)
you mean more to me than I'd like to think

I'd like to think that it hit me
unexpectedly
but I don't
(I really don't)
think it did

Whats so cool about ***
Why do people want it so bad
Is it because we talk about it so much
Why does it drive people mad
It has the power to make a good person perverse
It can make a man ****
But all for what
For a duty to fulfill
To repopulate
Is it simply what we are made to do
Or is it something totally exempt from all dimensions of knowledge
It does not make sense if im being true

One day when life was full of peace
My mentor told me something to tease
Who are you? Why are you here?
What’s your purpose in life, my dear?
Are you going to float till you die?
Or are you going to find out why?
Are you the body? Are you the mind?
Go on a quest the truth to find.

Questions made me start my search
I went to a temple, mosque and church
Who was God and where was he?
Where could heaven and hell be?
How was I born? What caused this I?
What will happen after I die?
I started my quest to find the truth
I would not stop till I get to the root

Every religion said the truth is mine
Each scripture boasted that its version was fine
Don’t ******, don’t steal, don’t have wine
Rituals were plenty to live and dine
But nobody talking of the truth
Nobody had found out the real brute
The enemy was none else than our mind
Where it is you cannot find

Although you know, you do not know
Whatever you see, you cannot see
The truth is staring at your face
But you are busy in the world’s race
Who am I, you do not know
The ego seems to steal the show
We are slaves of desire and lust
What is the myth, we do not bust

We live, we die, don’t find out why
And we just cry when we see someone die
Who made this earth? Who made this sky?
Who made you and them and I?
We believe in the lie
We don’t ask why
Whatever we are told
We just buy
We fret and fume through life and sigh
The truth passes us by, we let it fly

We come and go but we don’t know
The world is nothing but a cosmic show
With empty hands, we all come
And nothing is ours when all is done
But still, we live and die and cry
We don’t ask questions, who and why
Ignorance fills our life’s sky
And instead of laughing we just cry

Those who realize the whole truth
Those who get to the bottom root
Those who put everything to test
Those who go on a search and quest
Those who question who and why
Those who know they will never die
They are the ones who live in bliss,
Joy and peace, they do not miss

What is the purpose of life on earth?
Why do we die and why this birth?
Who made this earth, who made this sky?
Who causes things to walk and fly?
If you don’t find out who am I
And you just cry until you die
Then you’ll just run, you won’t have fun
And in a flash life will be done.

The moment I stop writing about you,
The time that I am not longing for you,
The day my heart stops bleeding,
Then I'll just know; God I wish I knew.