Unearthed

In my mind, I can feel the intense debate, between my spirit self and my inner wonderland

those inner desires sparks enchanted manifestations, all of which constantly at war with my morality.

A complex prison is my body, limitations that my soul cannot betroth, my inner being is adulterous, as it seeks to wander among the confinement of these fleshly walls.

Religion attempts to serve as a compass, but my built-in GPS keeps redirecting me to push beyond, to climb, to fly, to formulate an escape,

The opportunities that my abilities possess are so infinite that I'm scattered in route,

as my life's boundaries wake me up to an uncertain existence

Depression is the only thing that's is evident, but my hope in a higher power keeps me on the edge of sanity,

Reaching, forever reaching for a sign, for some untainted truth,

the light in the dark, the dark in the light continues on.