I looked for answers in the wind To hear the voice of God I listened to the silent breeze But I heard nothing at all. I listened closely to the sound Of the wild and violent storm But I couldn't hear the voice of God Just the sound of the wind, that's all. So I looked deep within myself Did a Freudian excavation I left no stone unturned In the deep murky waters I waded. Bravely I woke the sleeping dragon And asked him many questions But I am sure he told me lies And his answers I surely question. Some say leave troubled waters be Don't stir the slimy depths But I wanted to see what I could see And stirred some things long dead. And in the stagnant pool I see The ghosts and ghouls of pain and fear Writhing and swirling in vicious confusion No, there are no answers here. So I took a book upon my knee The Word of God, and I believed. Sometimes there seemed some joy perceived But often words accused me. So I put it back upon the shelf With the gold edged side on show I still don't have the answers If you ask me, I don't know. Can I live without the answers? Yes some, like everyone else And I like the different categories Of knowledge, truth and mystery. But my mystery volume is just too big I flip it again disrespectfully I look at my miserable truth journal I'm not impressed, so how could you be? But one thing I will ...(not finished yet. I need to finish later. I have to make the dinner, do the ironing, and tidy up)
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