Flights of fancy
Lead me astray,
I'm lost, I'm confused,
I can't find my way.
People smiling all around,
I wander, confused, to 'sacred' ground.
I fell welcome, I feel safe,
Looking around, I see many a waife,
Who is certain of spirituality,
Of 'God', of hope,
Of the 'Spiritual Leader';
I feel such a dope
Chasing rainbows, and finding prisms,
Science understands, but it also imprisons.
Alone I stand, I view my life
And seek inner peace, an end
To inner strife.