Fledgling

The mind’s the temple the body’s its creation.

Without its electric impulses we would have never tasted sensation.

From the first spark which started at conception

our mind’s thoughts transpired giving us direction.

After nine months we came screaming into this reality

then spend most of our lives being programmed and facing morality.

Is there right? Is there wrong?

Or is it all notes in the same song?

Sinners beg for forgiveness, criminals beckon to be freed.

The wealthy sell tools of war generating death out of greed.

Since the beginning of man it’s been either worship, follow or die.

I say create your own path and learn how to fly...
Stanley Victor Paskavich