Quagmire

Quagmire

Oh crazy world of infinite circumstances

What is it that thou bringeth with the now approaching wind?

Must I again suffer for my ignorance?

Have I not gone through enough?

Thy hands and thy feet can surely attest

My struggles were foretold by many

But not to the depth of my present knowledge

I dine with pain and struggle with death

Must I live to die or must I die to live?

Should I call it struggle or should I call it life?

Knowing there is a better, but I can’t comprehend a worse

Heart, body and the soul ache on the daily

No need to mention food for the thought

When I can’t move a single body part

Is this only a dilemma of mine or is this a common knowledge for all?

How can it be when there are so many smiling faces?

If so, what is it that they see that I don’t?

May it be that an understanding was given to them?

Or have I gone on the wrong path?

I have pledge love for one and love for all

Would not live if I could not help those who called

Yet now I see them waiting as vultures

It would be a waste for there won’t be a worthy peck

 Not even for the small

Thy body as it is, is beyond worn

Is this to be expected?

If so, why even bother to live?

What is it that I see?

Is that death of just simply fear?

Should I lie, should I cry or should I show thy face with a smile?

Does it make sense to act when it is not?

Destiny of mine, what is it that you possess?

Tell me not for I need not knowledge

Should I not see the present and then know that which is to come?

Mystery destiny, what is it that you have in store for me?

My part will be done give me the harvest

For the seeds have been sown

Mother of all mysteries and misery you’ve lost

This one won’t be consumed by your diversity or by your deceit

Lose thy thought; entertain it not

Unless thy desire is to receive that which thou giveth

Frail is thy body, but my heart and mind possess strength.