fauxcroft

Somewhere in the depths of our being

There are questions that need answers,

But often we ask all the wrong ones

And when the inevitable ends finally comes,

We’ll be wondering what we’ve done

To discover where our existence sprang from,

And well wonder why we live a life of lies

Without ever defining why we didn’t pry,

And show the curiosity that was needed

To discover the real and only truth,

That we are here to learn and love

And that for a start is more than enough,

To embrace and to nurture, to evolve and to grow

These are the seeds we, no matter what,

Need to plant, regardless of the cost

But instead they’ve all been lost,

And so because of this we are divorced

From who and what we really are.