The tracks of my of life are worn and dismantled
In search of all the wrong answers
Now I'm questioning my decision making
I guess it will never make since
Until I envision and focus on a plan
Faith will fall though on it like quicksand
Yea its my kickstand
Trouble is I'm fighting a war on both sides
Hierarchy of my soul just gave orders to kill everyone who doesn't abide
So I'm fleeing my mind in a sense I'm fleeing this prison
Free as pigeon
The caged bird sings
That's how I knew now I was in charge of my vision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is something I think I know about, its like being caught between how your brought up and your faith, how can you abide to what doctrines say, when you see all the wars that religions cause, Im just guessing, if I have offended you forgive me. I had that once, confusion, I have forgone my religion, but I still believe in my God and my faith. Thats all you need to make sense of this crazy world isnt it.