Questions we ask

will I be proud of the man I was and the life I lived when I take my last breath?
we don’t have the answers to the questions that we haven’t asked yet.
panic stricken anxiety strikes me from my head to my toes when faced with my faith 
and wondering will I end up in heaven or down below
or if either one even exist.
I long for the answer and I am not a believer in the philosophy that ignorance is bliss 
will I become everything I wanted to be or will I miss?

I was once at peace 
a happy child filled with innocence 
wasting my days in the garden of Eden 
but like Adam I ate the apple and was casted out never to return again

as adults they say we grow up and mature but is it really maturity or just the slow death of a pure heart?
we all want to find the path to heaven but how can we get there if we never make an attempt to start?
the pain is addicting, bright  lights causing migraines so maybe that’s why we choose to live in the dark
the flood came but I am not noah 
and there’s only demons that I carry on my arc

there is hope in hopelessness 
there is care in carelessness 
and rest in restlessness 
that is the emphasis that is often dismissed 
in disarray and confusion 

challenges arrive like storms 
and grow like thorns on a rose
left alone in an empty garden 
and it’s up to us to find a solution

the sword of Damocles hovers above my head 
I thought I wanted this only to find out I would rather go back to how it used to be instead 

was I blind on my own accord or mislead?

ive become unraveled like ancient scrolls that were never meant to be opened 
carrying a long lost message 
frozen in time 
they say to be aware  and open up your third eye 
but God created us with two eyes only so what is the repercussion in trying to be wise?

Slow, soft indie rock, male vocals
Have instruments and vocals get heavier towards the end of the song