My Life

Right... just realized i hadn't posted anything other than a song, in like two months, so here's an old poem... pregenant with meaning and all that...

My Life

This is my life:

An Empty stretch of time, slowly filling in with words

And musical vibrations reverbrating in my world;

With concepts and arrangements composed upon my bed

Perfuming random syllables that pour out of my head.

And thoughts that have no meaning return as dreams within my sleep

And dreams hyperbole into goals that only time can keep;

Like promises and deadlines - flourecent days that pass me by

Filling weeks and months of lazy years that tick away my life.

'Scientifically' speaking, God does not exist.

Logically thinking, neither does coincidence.

Religiously trusting your faith in a belief system

That systematically conditions you to guard your own prison.

'A prisoner by choice', they say 'serves the master out of love.'

'Don't think so much,' others say, 'life ain't suppossed to be this tough'

There's meaning in this somewhere [which will suck out all the fun]

Once you find the destination, the journey will be done.

I can't pretend to know truth from lies, though some do that quite well.

What or who lies at the end of life? Those who know can never tell.

'Your life's an image of the Way of Truth,' says a voice inside my heart.

And as I quietly listened, I realized, thats a start.

Voices echo all around, if we'd pay attention once in a nod

'Stead of blindly following advice to not to blindly follow God

Man's always a slave to something - to who is his free will

A System, Saviour, Self or Satan, the Master is eternal.

This was my life

Empty... time, slow... random... perfume

Until I had to make a choice

Now, so do you.