Honest
Illusions
You
know it is my nature
To reason away my fears.
Yet my fear is not of dying,
But of never understanding life.
I
search for certain answers,
To questions that are not clear.
Questions I can not ask you.
Answers only you can give.
Do
I know what life is,
Have I always known?
God, I need some answers.
Are my questions pure, sincere?
Is
love the elusive answer,
The beginning and the end?
Is love the inner sanctum,
The purpose, the higher law?
Perhaps
the answers lie here
Within the ashes of my soul.
Will the Wayfarer turn half-circle,
From a restless search to peace?
Day
can never be night.
Night will never host day.
So how can man be two things,
A body and a soul?
© Harley
