Discovery

The question of “what am I doing?” resonates in my empty noggin And an answer is never thrown back Only more questions Are set free on to me Doubts, second guesses, negative thoughts Worrisome regrets and guilt Attempting to see how I feel after the bomb dropped and left me scorched and nearly dead My attitude towards it have changed I didn’t want it to But the explosion has made my vision of the truth I once held dear too blurry No, no nothing has changed only my place of input It is still true But is it right? Is this where I should be? The skepticism marches in I thought so last time I was naïve and blinded by emotion But are emotions what drive me? What makes me human? Why am I using logic now? Because I’ve been hurt No, no, no I won’t let the mushroom cloud shroud and elude my feelings Ah, but look backing during the final stage I was tormented night and day Okay so logic is good As is emotion Emotional logic? Logical emotion? If the logic makes me feel confident in my feelings and if my feelings appear to make rock solid sense then all is well Nostalgia, shame and all that from before now gone But they’ll come back like always But now I have tools to fight them You need the fight; it keeps you aware and always going