Shadiness of life~~~~
Say, what would you make of life
Everything about it gives the impression
That we are free
Free to live, to be, to love, to choose
To decide for ourselves
Free to make things happen
To break things even
In some other way
It sounds so fishy!
Yes, why would the higher powers
Give us so much freedom
And even remain at our disposal
Ready to grant us our wishes
If we prayed honestly and with a pure heart!
Why, are we Gods,
And are the higher powers our servants?
Pray, such can never be
For our fates are chosen not by ourselves
Our fates are already pre set
Why would we be given so much power
So much freedom
So much authority
In a world where living has no aim
In a world filled with abstraction
And false pleasures?
Pray, worry I so much about my own existence
Worry I so much that ready I am to forsake life's dance
So many paths are thrust on our faces
Each imposing its own truth on us
Each bidding us to recognize it as genuine
Of the integrity of each, we have no solid proof!
Life is tricky
Life worries me
I live as if I were an animal in a glass cage
From outside, I can be observed
But from where I am, I see only the blue skies
Veiled and mysterious!
Why, to the higher powers do I choose to bow
I am not one of the Gods
I am a mere particle of dust, a grain of sand
Lost somewhere on the vast shore of the universe
To the whims of my own existence I am lost
Someday, I trust, I shall be allowed to come out of my cage
The Glass Cage -- Pierre Lamare