Redemption

So hard to understand my purpose
And more so to live the life I lived
Dying is definitely not an option
Though death has already taken
This little will of mine to live
A higher meaning is what I seek
Freedom of thought in existence

In this point of time and space
Where this fragment of myself
Resides in a vain glory of the Ego
I have but nothing to call my own
Save for the myriad experiences
And the pain I provide to all
Each and everyone closest to me

I have no place to call my own
And yet each grain of sand here
Under the heavens I have ignored
My thoughts belong to someone
Who doesn’t have any desires
Revelations keep me alive
In the land of the living dead

I wish to cry out in loud agony
But silence remains my true friend
For I do not wish to gather wrath
Of the souls who do not understand
And only crave for money and words
The quiet pauper that I am in truth
Shall remain a stranger to riches

Let this be not a note of regret
Nor a confession of superiority
Lower than the lowest am I here
Without any intention of ascent
I choose to stay in this very point
To retain the current awareness
Yet Bliss remains my birthright