The question is about to be.
The question was never about me,
Nor about my faith and my religion,
Nor about my sins and my addiction
Creating life is about existence –
A definition of “being” in “resemblance”.
Instead of focusing on constant having,
“Being” should’ve been the focus of my craving.
As human being I feel as if I failed.
For me, for us, maybe the ship has sailed.
My family seems justified for this world,
But what if it’s all too personal and cold?
Maybe it is time for something better
To pass along as if into forever;
Maybe it’s time for me to “move along”,
Let something else try while I am gone.