Is It Wisdom? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

When guidance is sought some would say all you have is ask.
While not all the answers will be given.
Some must be discovered, after a due given search.
To give up, is to admit living was a lie.
What is the one thing we all seek and try to defy?
That we will eventually die.
We have our blessings and our curses.
A voodoo doll, or miracle is not needed.
A continuation of all things large and small.
Looking through a rose covered glass ball.
A layer is peeled to only be repeated.
With history forever synced.
A musical with the same beat.
It's importance is not yet really seen.