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What are you waiting for?
Why am I here and where am I going? My unanswered questions the list keeps on growing. I hear and I taste, I touch and I see. But how can I be sure that I'm really me? I recall scattered images that resemble my past, They come and they go, just like the shadows I cast. Do I live in my mind or do I live amongst others. If so, where do they go when I pull up the covers? If I shut my eyes are you still there? Where does smoke go when it dissolves in thin air? The more questions I ask, the more I don't know, I'm beginning to think this is all one big show. They say if you have faith, you'll see the way, But they won't show you unless they are paid. Do i create my own world that is right for me, or do I leave it to the dealer of destiny, but when things go wrong who do I blame? I am the one that needs to carry my name. My mind and my body are in constant battle for control, trying to bribe the umpire who resides in my soul. I began my education before I could crawl. yet after so many years I don't know anything for sure. Is that my answer? Continue to seek, and explore? When I'm fast asleep, I dream that I'm awake. If I had to choose, which reality would I forsake? Am I the same person that appears in my dreams, Perhaps she knows what all of this means? Does she keep from me what I keep from her Why won't we allow each other the key to get in?Why do we hide away from those willing to stay? The more I ask the less I know
A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness,Her beliefs hidden from most.Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown.Wondering where her place is in this life,She has come close to sharing herself,Never completely revealing anything to anyone,Feelings of invisible chains corner her,When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes,Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp,She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world,At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears,But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out,She roams day by day, playing roles,Strength unknowingly resides in her,History repeats itself once again,The translucent veil she so proudly wears,Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside,One day there will be no more mask for her to wear,One day her beliefs will be known,One day she'll know her place in this life,One day she will share herself,ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
