I’m feeling good
which is more than I should
relatively speaking, of course.
Better than before, and certainly no worse
after the journey, the voyage I’ve made
to the edge of conciousness, death’s debt I have paid.
Upon my return it seems rather odd
that I still have no faith, no belief in God.
How can it be so, after all I have seen?
How can I still know not what it means?
But that’s it, it is, surely it must
the universe has secrets, these I must trust.
And follow blindly into the shadow of doubt,
never really knowing what life’s all about.
Taking comfort in knowing nothing for sure,
to have no need to see beyond the door.
A life spent searching will end it regret,
expectations that will never be met.
Search not, ask not, want not, be not afraid.
this burning desire in time shall fade
as will your life, your body, your heart.
Before you know it, you’ll be back at the start.