If I Were To Be Honest

If I were to be honest with you

I don’t know what I’m doing

My prayer is non- existent

I do what I hate, suppress what I love

I’m one person to some people

Different to others

And this is involuntary

Though I’m sure I’m guilty

In some way

Even If I were to tell you I did

Know what I was doing

That I had a plan

If I was put together

I wouldn’t know if it was right

If it was what I was meant to do

Or if there even is something

I was meant to do

Like there was

Some sort of fate

Guiding us

But you can’t see it,

If there is fate.

What do I sacrifice my life to?

What do I decide

To get lost

In the everyday of

And be able to say

I’m satisfied in this.

There is nothing to life

But the living of it

Which is a sobering thought

But a freeing one, none the less

Because then you know

To experience

However much you can

Be it good and pure, fulfilling

I guess

But by god

At least choose and live

The great charter

Of mankind.