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Why Do I ?
by
Michael Faircloth
In the beginning their was darkness
From the darkness my reality began
So young, so confused
A small child exposed to little good
As lost as a bird born in a cage
Why must life be placed on me
It seems like a such waste
Many deserving bodies other than mine
Divine decisions gone awry
Life should have allowed this baby to die
Against dictates of my destiny
Positive paths I followed
Driven to do good
Untrained just the same
A compass with no needle
Created for purpose yet uncompleted
Good decisions were made
Appropriate behavior displayed
Always on positive paths
Helpful always and hurtful hopefully not
Still trapped in the birth cage
Lost always
Many days past by my cage
Each one different before it’s gone
Still no needle to guide me home
This soul perpetually lost
Only I see the cost
Skill of facade I mastered
Adaptable to anyone
Passable as I pleased
Not even once was I ever me
Part of nothing
Living on the edges of life
Educated of religion
Knowledge of faith
Dependable and useful
All from my cage
A needle would show me my way
Illusions of success from a retched past
Others see what they think best
Truth hides deep inside
Just as lost as the day of birth
Every one fooled
Life seems to be cool
A heavenly gift sent my way
Reward for a lifetime of prayer
A needle without directions
Self-knowledge I must gain
Trade for joy and let go of the pain
The cage I crushed
The lost let go
Facades discarded
Sorrow released
A heart open never to close again
My vision unlocked
Truth my desire
Forward my direction
Kindness my goal
My love I find in the form of perfect souls
Divine decisions justified
A smile in my eyes
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