There were the beginning of things I never knew
But the ending of things to somehow take in stride
How do one deal with circumstance when it's all but new?
Did we not pretend we already know to go along for the ride?
Do we fall into place when we begin to know?
Do we stir or steer away by a predicted outcome?
Always a shame to always learn not to show...
The simple truth of any matter we try so hard to outrun
I have tried so damn hard to be honest
Yet of truth do humanity always otherwise prefer
Is that reason why amongst is easy to be the loneliest?
When a limited self we ignore to unlimitedly alter
Do you know what it all means?
It means the older we get, its stubbornness we endear
Where life never is enough for prints...
Have we even a organizable truth for even a peer?
How did it all begin... if I knew...
I have a life I know to go along with the ride
There were the beginning of things that comes so new
With never the ending to come in stride...
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2016