God Like

Is it our concept of reality, Which will make us who we are, That we exist is such duality, Like the answers in the stars... Co-existing in some metaphor, That the prophets left to fate, Reminiscent of an open door, That's a bible by mistake... If I'm spiritual in nature, Just in physical restraints, Then I fear the co-creator, Missed a chance to re-aquaint... What's divine about this body, Which is carrying my soul, Is it mine or just a dowry, For some greater episode... It may be just suggestion, But if "Eternal" is to be, Then only will I question, How I tried to make him me... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com