From Here To There
Sitting in the waiting room not ready to leave
Wondering about what it is I really believe
I swore I would not be afraid to free my soul
Even though I try to think only of my present role
I am often thinking about what’s to follow this
Will there be horrible pain or will there be bliss?
Will there be nothing or will there be another place?
I really have no idea what I am inevitably to face.
I do carry many beliefs like those of my family and peers
Having the same good tastes and uncontrollable fears
Then why has my faith diminished to an ignoble degree?
Is something in the way of me seeing what I should see?
Copyright © Andrew Battaglino | Year Posted 2017
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