Blurred Vision

Can birth be death?

Cause we don’t remember either 

I feel i just woke up in this body 

Having no choice in the matter 

Can people see the pattern 

Or hear the empty chatter 

Who decide who we are 

Cause i feel like that is to far 

People say that there is 8 billion of us 

Are we each a scar to a bigger piece of art 

Because i feel lost because there more that we don’t know 

Lies deeply buried in some snow 

Cause 20 words all mean one 

So is that the same for people too 

I’m I asking too many questions

Or is there a deeper Quest

What if we know the true meaning 

And we just can’t see it 

Cause someone turn off the light 

And we bump in to it all the time

This is the question in my mind

What if all of the religions are made to hide the real reality 

As they are hiding behind a mirror and mortality 

Because we all were taught different

So what if each lesson is a piece  

To a bigger puzzle 

Then we need to see