Naked Truth

I seek the spoils of life,
And reap the winds of change,
I Feel mystery about tomorrow,
For winter of my life approaches,
And summer is almost to an end.

I try to weep laughter-
And cry tears of joy,
For no one else could,
Interpret it the way,
I conspired. Still,
I rejoice at the grand,
Phenomenon of my existence...

I see the creatures,
Fight to feel more alive,
But never to realize,
Themselves to the final reality.
That we are destiny's chosen few,
Meant to be free...happy...
And not to crib...complain

I try to get rid of,
Self created shackles,
And become the dreams,
Of the lost and forgone past...

I can listen,
The wind calling,
My name. And the,
World is silenced,
Filled with naked human souls,
All sharing something in common,
Perhaps...
A moment of paradise lost.
A death of life before,
Life of death begins...

I look at the sky,
Hoping against hope,
Stumbling , yet firm,
And start all over again.
Singing praise for life,
Trying to adorn the coastal shore,
Where paradise was lost that day
Being the lamp post,
Shining the night away,
And ..perhaps…
Waiting for the pages of my life to overflow….