Lost
Gently I walk through this world so strange
Though it's certainty I seek I see only change
Who am I really? Can this place be real?
Is there more to my existence? Can I trust what I feel?
Strange images before me appear
Is this my reality? Is it really that clear?
This body I have it seems to be me
If it is then how can I ever be free?
Am I a slave to my senses? Must I suffer and die?
Is there a point to my existence? Should I even ask why?
These senses I have do they tell me the truth?
They are old and fading is there a fountain of youth?
I live with myself, but what do I know?
When this body lays down where will I go?
Is there more to me or is this all there is?
What do I do here? Is this a quiz?
Do I have an identity aside from this form?
Am I stuck in a boat lost in a storm?
It's guidance I seek, but whom can I trust?
These people I see will also be dust
One thing is clear this cannot last long
My time here is brief soon I'll be gone
They say we live on after these bodies have failed
They say there is hope when the mystery is unveiled
For my part I shall not be afraid
I will do no harm my debts will be paid
On the fear of the unknown I shall not dwell
What destiny holds I soon will know well
Though this place of shadows cannot be my home
I shall know only love wherever I roam
Though wisdom I lack I will help those I can
One day perhaps I will know who I am