Arrival a struggle of cry and wonder Be it pride or reeked with blunder Nourished with a parental manner Religious teaching a charging banner With faith we live and die for reason Without however there is no season Bogged down sometimes with vast confusion Whilst reverting back to past illusions Like dusting mummies we anticipate The promise of eternal state Constantly evaluating our existence With awareness always of time's persistence Dare we question beyond our scope For what is life if there's no hope Lloyd Mushrow Port aux Basques   Submitted By: NULL