In Question: A Poem

Fire is often brought into the soul

A fire that can not be quenched with liquid pure

Instead it takes a desire that can only be questioned

Is it wrong or right?

Who knows the answer to constant reflection

It is a mystery bound to consume you and me

Until we face our certain fate

Until reality calls for the question at the end of the debate

And we stand looking at each other

Not quite understanding our circumstances

Wondering aloud as we try to make sense of the years

Put together the pieces of that which has been broken

Twisted into something that we can no longer recognize

Until we can not quite decipher truth from fantasy

Can you recognize me?

When you look at my face, who do you see?

Did you intend to build walls around us?

In your zeal to protect you have built a prison

And you, your own prisoner, can not escape

Scale these walls with me; Give me freedom

I must breathe the fresh, crisp air

Fill my lungs with the sweet breath of freedom

And exhale the impurities that have seized my heart

I desire happiness and nothing more

Let me have it I beg of you.

Let me have it and the question that burns your soul

Will finally have an answer.