WHEN QUESTIONS CROSS
THE MIND JUST SO
I'M NEVER SURE WHICH WAY TO GO.
I CANNOT FOLLOW, CANNOT GROW;
I START TO QUESTION ALL I KNOW.

LOOK AT ALL THAT I HAVE SOUGHT,
SEE HOW MY SEARCH
HAS COME TO NAUGHT.
LOOK AT ALL THAT I'VE BEEN TAUGHT;
SEE THE PAIN THIS KNOWLEDGE BROUGHT.

AGAIN MY MIND BEGINS TO STRAY
HOW CAN I FACE ANOTHER DAY?
AGAIN MY STRENGTH BEGINS TO FRAY
A SYMPTOM OF MY OWN DECAY.

AND AS MY SOUL BEGINS TO TRY
I LOOK AROUND AND SEE BUT LIES.
AND AS MY SOUL BEGINS TO CRY,
AGAIN I STOP--
AND WONDER WHY

by succubus