The Question of Life

Where do I exist, of what dimension of thought do I live in?
Sometimes these haunting concepts are hard to shake away
I wonder about my time and space in the context of things
Of what relationships bind me to the colors that I perceive
When the bubble that I grew up in burst, everything ended

Show me the sense of life when all I live for is light and love
I have burnt my hands many times trying to build bridges
Between the world I live in and that which I left behind me
To endure the pain I have caused to all who are in transition
Is a misery that no matter how hard I tried can be forgotten

What I see is the world of tomorrow, a world without walls
A season of change bringing the eternal spring of the soul
Every step I take in this forest of revelations is true to me
The breath of freedom engulfs my state of pure existence
Of what reasons shall I provide to justify the peace I feel?

The story of my journey is an analytical text of experiences
A psychedelic adventure of the spirit as it reclaims itself
From the mind’s labyrinth where it lay for unknown æons
How can I then stay within the limits of temporality here
When there are universes to be explored and forsaken?

In a cocoon of confusion was unlocked wisdom’s mystery
Answers deciphered in the depths of helplessness guide
Our path through this terrain and under a mist of illusions
Is there a meaning in the darkening of our many moods
While unknowingly traversing the by-lanes of memory?

When we reply to the queries of the past and perchance
What if we miss the golden goblet in the pursuit of logic?
Do we then rethink our choices, sit in a corner and cry?
I have felt the sting of survival to weep over lost causes
Today is only a matter of remembrance, of why I’m here