Doomed to the Unknown, by Butterfly Warrior Subscribe to rss feed for Butterfly Warrior

Who knows what death is like until the end,
but this time on the Earth is mine to spend.
My knights are in oblivion,
my love is unknown,
but the end is a new beginning for those who don't know.

I don't know a lot of things,
like who i am and what i know,
but deep inside my spirit waits,
waits for it's time to show.

Am i me or someone else?
Reincarnation is to blame for my confusion,
I don't understand its strange ways,
for i feel like me but i don't recall before,
was i someone else and now their host?
Or am i a new spirit on the path of unknown?

Death is a circle,
that's doomed to repeat,
those born die and those who died are reborn.
I've been told these ways that it's a cycle that goes
forever more.

I'm confused by this knowledge,
and it's doomed to repeat,
the afterlife is scary,
but life is too.
My path is decided and it's up to me,
to decide which way to go,
fulfill my destiny or be doomed to the unknown. 
Posted: 2012-08-01 21:52:48 UTC

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2012-08-01 21:53:51Butterfly Warrior
Please no comments about religion that would be greatly appreciated thank you.- BW