straythoughts

Oblivion

What was i before i was born?
Was i real then or am i real now?
Was i true then, or am i true now?
Was i complete then or am i complete now?
Yet there's a shallow emptiness.
People say everyone has a piece of him in our souls.
Why do i feel incomplete then?
Does he feel the same way when parting with a tiny piece of his soul?
Does he feel the same pull towards an oblivion.
Does that make us his equal?
Cause we're a part of him,
And he's a part of us.
What is this place we live in?
Is it reality or just illusions created by the trick of time.
What happens when we die?
Do we converge back into him?
Maybe that is the moment the missing puzzle finds its piece.
When we're back to where we came from
and we continue to live on as him,
As us...
Are we not immortal?
Are we not all divine?
Are we not him?
So what are we worshipping?
Ourselves?
Or him?
Does he worship us like we do him?
What is this cycle of the unknown truth?
A monument of eternity.