"One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to the total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying." Morris West
My Enlightenment
Had my life been an elevator
Quietly moving on upward
Should I have thought sooner or later
My world would be restructured?
Who delegates the pain?
Who makes your heart ache?
What determines who's insane?
And how much a man can take?
Off and on I have been led into darkness
I don't think I went there on my own
But I ended up there regardless
It won't be written on my stone
Who puts us in places we can't perceive?
I really don't think I had willingly gone
I guess it is time that I believe
I should have known right from wrong
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