Life and Death.....
Death and Life.....
We are in such a yin-yang of our lives.
Born only to die.
From the earth we are born and to the earth we return in the end.
From the highest noble born to the lowest peasent, none of us are spared.
While we are here we do so little with the gift we are given.
Such a waste....
But what is Man?
A vicious beast seeking all whom can be devoured in his jaws of greed?
Or the placid lake,feed by the smallest stream.
Ever flowing but never knwing where we are going?
Do we know what the future holds instore for us.
Like a cruel mistress it keeps hiden behind a veil of transparent illusions.
Inticing our very hearts and minds.
We are standing onthe edge overlooking the abyss.....
Feel the heat from the Flames of Retribution.
As we plunge into the blazing inferno to be tempered by the Hammers of Truth.
Our souls are laid bare upon the hot coals.
I contemplate that which is seen and the invisible.
But which are we friends?
Born of light and darkness.
We can light to the galaxy......
Or be the seeds of our own destruction.
Can we be seperate but equal with ourselves?
is a man truly a man when he is just a shade of himself?
These riddles assult my brain and i quake in fear.
Yet I face the future with grim determination born out of hope.
What shall be.......
Shall be.......
One can only learn and understand if we are to truly be considered as men......
BY: Shyron baker
