Within

Deep within lies constant wonder to understand the pain wrapped up in confusion.
Waking up to a routine of life's energy that calls a design, in which our eyes reflect the crystal illusion.

Hope of past memories as though they were vivid colorful paintings in my mind.
The question arises, why all the cruelty rather than the intended kind.

Never will I regret the eternal force of choice.
Standing tall, reaching beyond what rests behind, screaming I hear my echo of a shattered voice.

Walking towards a sharp light that shines ever so bright, yet sheds the undeniable wrath.
Asking one, the only question in which provides the missing piece, am I choosing the right path?

How can true love portray a quality of beauty and goodness, yet contradict the truth of the seed?
It deceives, tangles, intertwines, only to survive as a dull weed.

How does one know which mountain to climb?
Looking for the treasured answer and seeking all what oneself deserves to find.


Why is it that when found, you feel as though the end of the line has casted you out?
Answers seem real, yet begin to become a series of continuous doubt.

Nothing more of an essential want to bathe in pure peace of mind.
Patience of karma has the keys to open up possibility, to never give up what one will find.


Waiting to drink up and savor true serene happiness in which I know is not a mere dream.
Believing in your soul that whistles a fine melody, nothing is impossible, it may seem.


Strengthful prayer to the one above gives all an absolute hope for the dreams we all deeply and repeatedly craved.
Possibility allows our wondrous universe the ultimate chance of eternal illumination within ourselves to once and for all be saved.