Questions?

What do you do when it's wartime, and it is you against the world?

Where do you turn when your entire life is in a whirl?

Who do you trust when everyone seems to have an ulterior motive?

How do you continuously love the one's who treat you the coldest?

How do you manage to smile in a crazy world that is filled with evil?

How do you not believe in yourself, and let the followers lead you?

How could you not bet on yourself when the stakes are high?

How could you really believe that your limit stops at the sky?

How could you not know that real legends do not die?

How could you force yourself to live a lie?

These are some of the questions that I ask inside of my head.

Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like if I was dead.

I am far from suicidal, I am just a very deep thinker.

I wonder will the ones I love the most mourn my meeting with the reaper?

I wonder will they forget all of the memories that we had in the past?

I wonder will they cry at my funeral, or will they rejoice and be glad?

I wonder will they speak positive about me, or will they try to dirty up my name?

Will they say I was great, or will they spit on my grave?

These are some of the thoughts that linger on my brain.

It is not quite the norm, I will admit that I am strange.

But in this world overtaken by clones, why would I want to be the same?

Why would I not standout and use all of my God given gifts?

Why would I take the easy way out and jump off of the cliff?

Why would I not be a man, and face all of my problems head on?

Why would I not stand up for what I believe in, even if I am standing alone?

Why would I not smile in the face of defeat?

Why would I not tell myself that I am strong, when I most certainly know that I am weak?

Why would I not call myself king, if that is what I desire to be?

Why would I let what you say have any control over me?

These are some of the questions that keep me guessing.

These are the questions that I ask to the heavens.