Doubt

Doubt I am late, quite late Its dark, walking through a park My eyes roll My head turns I am in doubt With friends, partying Get calls from home Everyone is doubting When in the air or while walking on the street We still think to breathe Is it the human creed? We have lost hope completely We pray yet lost in the fray We are keen, to the extent that, We believe the unseen. Is this what we live for Or is it what we feel A state of metamorphosis Or A burning inside we feel? I always see in those eyes Filling up the emptiness more They are so sore Yet filled with Lies Still in Doubt??