seaker
Bluelighter
I wasn't lost.
I was content.
My heart at ease,
no presure to repent.
But out of the darkness,
a soul arised
not any like mine,
It took me by suprise.
It spoke words of wisdom,
and showed me the "way"
It helped me off my feet,
and showed me truth in day.
It took me through jungles,
of fears and spiritual leaps,
It showed me my soul,
and in it was a leak.
So persuaded to fill it,
I felt forced to hurry up,
when growing should be slow,
and done by ones self.
but blinded by love,
I followed his every way,
I steped in his footsteps,
and played in his day.
Soon I found truth,
but not of the kind you want to hear,
he was living multiple loves,
and never shreded a true tear.
So now where do I go?
My past footsteps not mine.
The soul that has taught me,
Was a lie from the first time.
So now I am on my own.
Truely living my own words,
trying to forget past particles,
living in a world of one herd.
Who do I trust?
Who do I fear?
I have been betrayed,
No one can be let near.
All words that were spoken,
were to figure out my soul and pride.
So he could play his cruel game,
Not really careing about my spiritual cries.
Now I leave him
on words said from others,
he pleads he is not guilty,
My head in such a clutter.
What do I do?
Who do I trust?
The words from our eaten society,
or his word thats just a crumbled crust?
[This message has been edited by seaker (edited 18 June 2001).]
I was content.
My heart at ease,
no presure to repent.
But out of the darkness,
a soul arised
not any like mine,
It took me by suprise.
It spoke words of wisdom,
and showed me the "way"
It helped me off my feet,
and showed me truth in day.
It took me through jungles,
of fears and spiritual leaps,
It showed me my soul,
and in it was a leak.
So persuaded to fill it,
I felt forced to hurry up,
when growing should be slow,
and done by ones self.
but blinded by love,
I followed his every way,
I steped in his footsteps,
and played in his day.
Soon I found truth,
but not of the kind you want to hear,
he was living multiple loves,
and never shreded a true tear.
So now where do I go?
My past footsteps not mine.
The soul that has taught me,
Was a lie from the first time.
So now I am on my own.
Truely living my own words,
trying to forget past particles,
living in a world of one herd.
Who do I trust?
Who do I fear?
I have been betrayed,
No one can be let near.
All words that were spoken,
were to figure out my soul and pride.
So he could play his cruel game,
Not really careing about my spiritual cries.
Now I leave him
on words said from others,
he pleads he is not guilty,
My head in such a clutter.
What do I do?
Who do I trust?
The words from our eaten society,
or his word thats just a crumbled crust?
[This message has been edited by seaker (edited 18 June 2001).]
