The wisdom of life is what we yearn

Yet, ill prepared from our lessons to learn

Lacking beliefs and actions, just empty words said out loud

Without authentic conviction, unable to stand tall and proud

Feelings of heaven and feelings of hell

Sometimes the difference is hard to tell

Locked firmly within, however dark or disturbed

Carrying the burden, so others remain unperturbed

Nobody knows where I’ve actually been

Only imagining the things that I’ve seen

The turmoil of where’s why’s and how

Remain a secret, at least for now