Inside My Mind...

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I wrote this for all who are struggling in figuring out what to believe in- This is about the mysteries of life.

Submitted: December 10, 2011

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What have I done?

To deserve this existence.

Birthed from the sun,

in almost an instant.

 

Meaningless in life,

unless we give it one.

Alone in this fight,

with no time to run.

 

No god, no faith, and no one to guide

me in any direction.

I am stumped, and left alone,

with my own discretion.

 

Is this even real?

How could we ever know?

I can surely feel,

and I've never felt so alone.

 

Is it even worth,

spending all of this time,

contemplating the idea of an earth,

or writing about it in rhyme?

 

I feel meaningless.

Absent of reason.

Why can't I simply resist,

being filled with such treason?

 

Is there a "right way" of perception?

If there is, I'd like to know.

And get rid of my deception,

to get away from it, and grow.

 

But, what if I am correct in my ways?

Should it matter to anyone but me?

This seems like a grotesque game,

and it's making it hard to see.

 

Sometimes I feel,

like no one understands my level of thinking.

Do they understand what's real?

This is why I do so much drinking.

 

I think about concepts that are said,

to exist beyond human comprehension.

Will I know before I'm dead,

if there's purpose to this apprehension?

 

I feel connected to human beings,

at my very core.

But there are many thoughts disagreeing,

that intelligence is simply nothing more.

 

Many belief systems,

subject to some higher being.

But, to that, I am numb.

And I can't decide if it's worth believing.

 

If there was really a god,

why would he put us through such pain?

Of not knowing the truth, and later on,

for some reason is for personal gain.

 

The human condition,

is hard to withstand.

To be put in this position,

without the slightest idea of a plan.

 

Not knowing what you're suppose

to believe,

and what you are to say.

By the time we experience, and perceive,

life has moved on it's way.

 

We're animals.

Living things like bacteria, dogs, and oceans.

We are cannibals,

to our emotions.

 

Thinking about life so vividly,

definitely has it's price.

Whether it be loneliness, or insanity,

The noise never ends,

like sitting inside a house infested with mice.

 

We are alone with our mind,

inside our head.

Time to hit "rewind,"

and stop believing everything we've read.

 

As far as we know,

this really exists.

Let's use our time to grow,

and never cease to persist.

 

No matter what society tells you,

you have the right to,

believe whatever conclusions you pursue.

Don't worry.

They'll never be able to find you.

 

For inside your head;

you are your own god,

creating every second of your life, ahead.

With yourself, you are bonding,

without any rules you have to accept.

 

What we do know,

is after awhile, our organic body dies.

So why spend it trying to show,

everyone else our definition of life?

 

As long as you are happy,

inside your own thoughts.

Something no one else can see,

can be thought of at no cost.

 

Believe what you want to,

no matter what they say.

To yourself, stay true,

and have it no other way.


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