Leon Jones

We dig in sand

Tombs ourselves

And in our room

We look up books

Question other people's questions

As more wisdom and knowledge is consumed

We take on tasks for merely just ourselves

And cash

Look to the stars in the sky

And ask

Why this

Why that

As curious thoughts clash

We sometimes get the answer and some will always remain hidden

In the present

Future past

We know only by tradition

Or proven facts

Yet do we know our inner being that's intact

For the skeptic man stays never knowing

Because he's blinded his mind

Bombarded his brain with more quests to find

And psyche stays in conflict

And overwhelmed for even everyday simple things

We have trouble to define lost because we don't truly believe

There is more than physical power existing in deed

So we mislead

Or fall to a right or wrong conclusion

Be real or be fake

Like a living illusion

For when it falls down

And we lay helpless on this ground

We stay in ignorance

Or yearn to be found

Both are faith

And hope

But only you yourself can decide to choke or cope

The moral

You can ask and get guidance

To wade or swim

But its your choice to sink or float.