How can I,
love and not hurt
laugh and not burst
live with less grief
sleep and not believe.
In the mystery of my existence lies a bucket list of doubts.
How can you,
mature without growth
dress without clothes
dream without conscious
blame because it's obvious
Wrong will never be right for in the light all shall be.
How can we,
Judge without trials
feed our own denials
And expect much with less to offer.
The light will shine
and darkness will cease to be
The greedy will be shun
but the righteous will ascend.
Remember me when the light beams.