Right and Wrong

Sometimes I wish I could believe

That I had faith in something that is out of my control

Call it god, call it destiny

An unseen force that guides me by the hand

And I do, somehow, I somewhat believe

But in what do I believe?

Do I believe in a single person looking down,

Taking care of everything?

Or do I believe in a universal plan

A plan that is of lengths ungraspable

Where every stitch and every piece of the fabric

is carefully placed by the unity of billions of souls

Souls whose main goal is to gain all the knowledge they can

Until the day they've learned all there is to learn

And they become enlightened,

is that our goal?

Or is it the ancient battle between good and evil

Is it our karma that decides where we go?

Is this life a test that defines what side we are on?

Then what is right, and what is wrong?

When we leave this world,

Will our soul ascend into some higher place?

Where someone, pure of heart and pure of soul,

Will weigh our actions against eachother?

And then, what actions would be weighed?

Who defines what is right and what is wrong?

Is it the morals we have been taught by society?

Or is it the voice inside all of us, our instict, our heart?

And if our hearts go against the morals,

Does it mean we're doing something wrong?

Or does it mean we are confined in the walls that are our rules,

And they keep our hearts, our true voice, from being free?

Then what is wrong?

Is it wrong to tell our hearts "no"?

Or is it wrong to tell them "yes"

When society would frown upon the consequences?

You'd think that deep down inside we'd know right from wrong,

But when you're influenced simply by being raised,

When all we know is what we have been taught,

Then are, maybe, our insticts simply stumped?

For now, I'll follow my heart,

And let my head whisper on,

Together they'll sort it out,

It doesn't matter what the world believes.