There is something missing
Something that keeps us wishing
Something that belongs to us
But that is now gone from us
Something to do with where we come from and where we’re going
Where we are now and what we’ve been kept from knowing
It is unspoken and unwritten
Deep in our psyche hidden
But by whom?
Those who would condemn us to a tomb?
Why would anyone want to keep the truth from us?
Who benefits from our ignorance and blind trust?
Individuals die, but the system of bondage lives on
What kind of creature thrives on skull and bone?
Did Eve really eat that fruit?
Or was that allegory to keep us moot?
Because if she had, then we would know
How we got to this point, and where from here to go
Why would God want to torture his own creature so?
If we are in His image, why shouldn’t we live forever?
Why would the supreme creator need to be so cruel and clever?
This puzzle and its pieces do not fit together
Something is definitely missing from this story
And that which is deemed fact is actually allegory
We all know it; we all feel it deep in our hearts
What no money or fame can satisfy or impart
That mysterious void in the center of our being
A constant feeling that there is something we’re not seeing
Always agreeing with the lies we are told
The same lies that leave us lost and cold
Going in eternal circles, chasing our own ephemeral tail
No amount of knowledge enough to lift the veil
Something is missing
The one I should be kissing
I instead find myself dismissing
For reasons that defy my heart, I’m listing
Because “they” said I should
But do “they” mean me any “good”?
Why do so few rule so many?
Why is there scarcity when Nature provides plenty?
Why are we so afraid?
Of that which cannot be delayed
If death is our ultimate end
Why is it then that death only starts the cycle over again?
There are so many why’s, where does it all begin?
Like why is it that when a loved one dies, we can still feel our kin?
There are too many unanswered questions in this life
What we need to know is hidden from our sight
Answers to life’s questions must indeed be found
For until we have them, humanity will not ever be sound
There is no respect for a God that confounds
And condemns his own child to a place in the ground
We do not know what we truly do need to know
And we know that which we do not need to know
Something is indeed missing from this story
The truth of which refuses to be relegated to allegory