A childs' Prayer
Where and who were we the second before we were conceived, were we not already a conception,
Where and who will I be the second after death, will I still be that conception
Were we really ever born or just transformed,
Are we really ever going to die or just transformed
Do we choose our forms and the demise of them, or do they just happen
Was there really ever a beginning, is there ever really an end
Is there any purpose to it all, does it all really Matter
Are we created, imagined, holographic or just freaks of nature
is this life a useless amnesia inducing vacation, and then we go back to what we knew
is it a sentence for crimes committed lasting according to the crime
is the experience we have predetermined according to the crime
is it a privileged reward allotted to those who merit it for some reason or another
or maybe just an experiment gone horribly wrong, or explosively successful
will we ever know the truth here or anywhere
why do i even know i`m alive
if both ends of this journey are the same; Then what of now,
do i continue to ask questions, do i continue to pray
without a single step, I begin my journey
I am intelligent but just too stupid to know it
you created me, please give birth to me, release me from this womb of fear, i`m ready to live