Are we aware of certain things
Pride, possession and what it brings
Are we insightful, I don't think so
Who knows why, the shadow knows
I say this with tongue in cheek,
But really, deep inside I speak,
With tiny voice, my conscience says
When you reap you have to pay
I often think why am I here,
Fill the universe with mundane thought
Scattering seeds along the way
In fields of rich soil of the mind
Will it blossom in time
Where nature will abound
When my day is done will I see
The harvest that my soul can see.
