What a miraculous feat it would be,
to truly be at ease,
as your plane crashes aimlessly
and within it finding your inner peace.
A more frightening thought,
for me there is none,
in my nightmares only
does this scene come.
When I was a christian,
this song would have relieved,
each and every fear,
now cynical, it's hard to believe.
Tis true we place importance
on things of little worth,
yet if all amounts to nothing,
why do we journey, our lives here on earth.
A world at one, happiness shown,
what joyous belief,
that death could be a party
where human minds meet.
Terror and panic,
no longer at work,
everyone celebrating,
as the plane meets the earth.
In such things
I would love to have faith,
these lyrics leaving me to ponder,
with much to contemplate.
As I find myself thanking God everyday
I must believe, to a degree,
for giving my daughter
and true love to me.
Still I cannot fully believe,
these concepts to be true,
attempting to re-own my faith,
carried with me throughout my youth.
As an adult I find,
they have somewhat escaped,
apart from the few miracles
which have taken place.
Miracles I ask?
Or wonders of life,
either way I am thankful,
yet believing is difficult, try all I might.
A mere human,
I return to my intellect,
as I look back on my life
and as I reflect.
Upon happiness, joy
heartaches and pain.
Yet if I believed,
from it, I could only gain.
I fear still, it is mere fantasy
and refrain now from such things,
avoiding the tears
or let downs, it might possibly bring.
I see the good believing
delivers to others lives,
yet for me a painful reminder
of the disapointments in my mine.
Maybe one day I can,
shift them aside,
trusting once again,
in an afterllife. |
Submission Name: Afterlife Cynicism
