Beyond The Questions of The Mind

In a time of death
We all feel sorrow
Where there is no hope
When we feel there’s no tomorrow

In a life we live
Where time passes by
In a relevance to the mind
And the thoughts that drive us nuts by night

Deliver the frustration to the morning
Where we reach the sunrise with a yawning
When we live to grow old and ask why
Why ever this life? Why for God sakes, why?

Why move on to the next day?
Why lose hope and regain it again?
Why go to sleep and dream?
Why live your life when it is not to your please?

Beyond the night
Beyond the stars
Beyond the living soul
Of which our body will part

Beyond the clouds
Beyond the air
Beyond the breath
And the scent of a woman so near yet so far
Beyond the headache of driving your thoughts into a minded brick wall
Beyond the trash, beyond the corruption of the soul
Beyond the concept, beyond our goal

A white flower
Will only bloom for so long
And it will only rain for such a short while
And you’ll only live for a little over 70 years and die
And by the time you’re dead, you’ll think either ‘I’ve done what I’m supposed to have done’ or ‘Why?’

But will you confront yourself with the woman in your life?
Will you find the true heart by the time you are left high and dry?

Questions – more of which controls not the body, but the mind