How do I do?
How do I see?
How do  i face the consequence of my reality?

How do I cope?
How is it real?
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There were many times I didn't want to do this life.
Multiple hours of struggling with the advisory council within my duvet.
I was drowning or sinking but wasn't breathing, or swimming or living.
and on repeat: sad and depressed, lost in aloofness

And I had nothing, nothing of use to say.
And yet I had all my answers on display.

Answer me, God.
Why won't you answer me?
What have I done that has caused your face to be turned away?
Answer me, my God.

My Lord, why have you forsaken me?
In this hour of need, I cry out in empty rooms.
In this hour, I cry to empty skies.
My Lord, my God why have you forsaken me?

Are you alive?
Do you still listen to prayers?
Do you still listen to your people?
Are we allowed to ask and receive?

God is your eyes still fixed on this nauseated land?
Do you still have ears to hear when we call?
Are you alive?
Are we worth listening to anymore?

My hands clasps books and philosophy trying to understand.
My feet walk in nature trying to see the beauty of your creation.
I don't understand why you say you love me.
I don't understand how this applies to those around me.

Answer me, God...
This silence is killing me.

I close my eyes to see

How the way she sees

To be able to grasp

How the way she sees

I take a glimpse on

How the way she sees

Void? Space? Emptiness?

Words expressing unhappiness

I see eye to eye

The other see eye to nothing

Finding a way to understand

To notice. To view. To realize

That there will come

A light to not only see

But to also feel, embrace, connect

Infinite solutions yet one possible:

How the way she sees

Ask why before you die
Seek answers don’t just cry
Don’t just accept what people say
Resolve to find out the Truth today

Who are you and why are you here?
Why this birth? Who got you here?
Are you just meant to live and die?
Is there a purpose? Find out why

What is death, what is the end?
The body dies, it is just a bend
I never die, I will live on
But where will I go, will I be reborn?

Where is God and who is He?
Is it he or is it she?
I want to find where is heaven and hell
I am seeking answers, who will tell!

Am I the body, mind or Soul?
What is it that makes me whole?
Am I the ego, who says I?
I want to find out who am I

What is this thing called life?
So much joy and so much strife
Is it real or just a show?
Where we come and then we go?

Who created this earth, who created the sky?
Was it just a bang, oh my!
How could all this just come about?
There must be a Creator, there is no doubt!

Is there a law that keeps a track?
Whatever we do, it will come back
Or will we escape from all our sins?
And have no rewards for all our wins

What causes us to be happy and to be sad?
Is it true that desires are bad?
Can we be happy with joy and peace?
Removing cravings, the big disease

Is our mind our friend or foe?
Will it help us cross the shore?
Is it a monkey that makes us blink?
And does it make us in ignorance sink?

What exactly is the Soul?
Where is it, what is its role?
It is the energy that gives us breath
Without it, there would be death

Why should we ask so many questions?
Is it necessary to take all these lessons?
Or should we just laugh and have fun?
And spend our days till life is done

If we don’t find the real Truth
If we don’t get to the bottom of the root
If we don’t answer before we die
Then we will suffer and we will cry

Yes there are questions that we all must ask
Before we die this is one task
Though we know still we must find
That’s our life-purpose, the Truth to unwind.