Tell me (Thoughts again)

A Poem by Lizardo

I'm waiting for the answer

To the question in my mind

Can you answer it?

Can you put me out of this pain and answer it?

Life is rude

Psychology knows it better then anybody

While I see great liders talking to great multitudes of people

I see how history takes course and that country gets multitudes of foes

Solitude and numbness

What's the difference?

They both put you in a small box

That you can't scape...

Everyone of us is scare..

Nobody can say ''I'm not scare''

Because humans were born with fear

We all feel some funny thing in our stomach

The brain is a complex thing

Even though it's in every human's head

We haven't figure out how it works

He does play some tricks to hide himself from science

Science is the mother of progression

Religion gives science a smooth touch

Progression keeps moving both forward

Science and religion would be nothing without each other

It's interesting that

Sometimes we don't realise

That we are breathing

A good friend of mine told me once

''Does the brain jump to conclutions, or is it us?''

Do we really know what we think?

At night you open your eyes

And you seeyour vision in black and white

Why is it that?

We all know that darkness is colorless and lifeless

So you'll only in see in black and white

With your shadow as your only guest in your room

Are we really aware of the actions we make?

God did give us free will to chose what we want

Because, Sometimes

We feel that our body is not our body

That we are in somebody else's body

© 2015 Lizardo

Author's Note

The line: A good friend of mine told me once
''Does the brain jump to conclutions, or is it us?''
That one, ANTO told me in a review from ''Some thoughts about life''
You gave a lot to think about

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Heartful5160

Great write! God, did make us a to make our own decisions, but he hopes that you make the right one. I believe that some of us are aware of the actions we make, but some of us we chose to make the wrong decision to fit in or to be cool. Some of the problems that we get stuck in sticky issues and we do whatever we can to get out of them, and some people make the wrong decisions. It's always better to make the best one and the right one. But I enjoyed the poem. Keep writing!