Sometimes I wonder.

We are all capable of great things, to choose what is good and noble. But somehow I see a different face of our race, I see a capacity for insatiable greed and selfishness. Is this the path we're supposed to take? There is a saying (i forgot where i heard it from), that we evolve at the very precipice of doom, we choose to change only when the absolute need arises. But what if the time comes when it's too late to change? No one is to blame but ourselves. We are all accountable. Now I don't mean to sound pessimistic and gloomy. It just really saddens me how some people are willing to trade their morality and better judgment for their own selfish and shallow ends. When will we ever learn that there are greater things in life than amassing material wealth and instant gratification? The billboards and TV commercials everywhere says that change starts now. I surely hope so. As of now, I'd just do my part , no matter how small, to better the world I live in.

Questions. Queries. Inquisitions.

I'm a genuinely curious person. I ask a lot of questions, but mostly in my head. Questions about existence, religion, purpose of being, the grand scheme of things and otherworldly topics that most would consider mind boggling or just plain boring. More often than not, these questions spawn debates... with myself. Odd, but true. It's like somehow i knew all the answers all along, all it took was some rediscovering of what i thought i knew and what i didnt know i knew. Hope that made sense. Maybe it's God who's been that voice inside my head all along. Maybe its His way of answering my deepest curiosities. Well I'd like to think so. If it is Him, I'm grateful for making the answers simple enough for me to comprehend.
I have so much more to ask. Maybe I'll have my chance when i meet You someday. :)

Looking up

The sky seems bluer than ought to be
Maybe it's showing me sympathy
Telling me I'm not the only one
Searching for that visceral redemption

The moon hangs in curiosity
As she's witnessing this travesty
Between these torn and disfigured hearts
While they try to mend the broken parts

The wind echoes my innermost fear
It whispers despondence in my ear
Bound by this restless uncertainty
Reaching out and begging for release

Idle minds, screaming hearts.

Never knew how words can be rendered useless
After everything is said and done
Embittered by this sedentary weakness
Emptied out in reckless abandon

Begging for some form of consideration
In this utter misunderstanding
Searching, digging, scraping your soul for reason
That apparently keeps you going

So if you then decide to depart
What words can i say for you to hear
The outward tearing cries of this heart
To make you see why i need you here