Life And Death
What is this life?
Is there anyone who questions?
When I dream, I dream world as real as this.
Who is in me speaking?
Who is in me creating?
Why am I able to go anywhere I please?
What is truth?
Does it lie in me?
Can I become who I wish to be?
If I were to become whoever I desire, will this set me free?
Or does this lead to a trap where nothing can satisfy me?
No, there must a desire a so grand so outlawed.
And that is the beginning of wisdom.
To be still and know that I am God.