The Truth

The truth, in one sense

Is that It does not matter...

What does not matter???

It...

Then what matters???

Good question...

What matters is THAT which is important...

Important??? Yes important.

The world has been here for thousands of years...everything

that ever was is here already...people, things (matter),

the spiritual realm, animals, plants, oxygen.

What is today was yesterday

which leads me to think that this world has everything to offer me yet nothing at all...

Then again it does not matter...

What does not matter???

There you go again...

What is a boy suppose to do?

What is a boy suppose to do?

Longing for love that escaped him long ago

A treasure of compassion in the distance

Should only for the journey continue

that he may find it along the way

That to give is but the comfort of this world

To be for others such that we are but one breath, one dance, one song

The distant shores of happiness are but an experience away

So why then, does this boy sit on the ledge of despair?

His mind is heavy, clogged with uncertainty dancing with the possibility

of a future that does not yet exist

Dear humanity wont you join me in what is to be the tides of life?

It must be some attachment to that which is of this world

For this world is but that which we make it

For in the end what will we say?