Is it such a stretch to see
Or is it false reality?
A whisper lost within a sigh
And the truth eludes the eye
Is it not so bad to be
Locked within one self, but free?
We trudge on in time to die
For the promise that our souls will fly
Freedom from this incarnation
Freed from flesh�s incarceration
And does belief create a Heaven?
Does disbelief create oblivion?
Is there true spitituality
Or do we simply cease to be?
Are there powers of our creation
Or is religion just desperation?
Questions whirl inside my head
No answers known until I�m dead
Once I�m gone and underground
Answers I hope will be found
Unless there is nowhere to go
In which case I guess I�ll never know.