The World and Its Wonders

The world is like the shell of a pearl, or the well of a girl

Whose soul is too deep in the past and her fate took a spin in a curl

Never to be straight again, because the fate of men

is designed for not even the most complex minds to comprehend

So when I am told the creation of life is nothing more than a

scientific blunder

I start to laugh, cause every question answered first started with wonder

Maybe diseases were all mistakes too, why did my cousin get cancer?

But we all get lost in the same question, that we will truly never get answered

What is God? Where did existence truly start?

And why do some men think with their minds, while others go with their heart?

There has to be a bigger purpose because with all the conspiracies and lies

There has to be an ultimate truth beyond the limits of the endless skies

Through the changes life brings, I’m consistent in my need to be consistent

I’m provincial on the topic of ideology but when I pray my mind travels distant

I ask the Lord for wisdom on all days, no matter cloudy, rainy, or sunny

And pray for him to take my soul If ever I become bitter by the love of money

Will I live to see a day more peaceful than my fellow mankind’s history?

Religious warfare, the line between right and wrong will forever remain a mystery

Some men never distinguish the evils in their own temperament and morality

Some men even bring harm to others, just in the name of an increased secure salary

Even though there is so much all around me, I love the ease of living day by day

The past is triumph; the present is a gift, so I know my purpose has not gone astray

Could I be inspiration to help crying souls to endure the pain of the strife in life

Could I be the voice of the young that cuts deceit and destruction like a knife

And I could do all this if you take in my love for stanzas and lines

The world sometimes seems pointless, but my purpose; I found mine.