God

Sometimes go deeper and exhume into your soul,
Ever wonder how things are and why they are?
There is a power, a force that trudges me along
The feeling of uniqueness, self belief
Is it just hope that entices me to move on?
Do I do good deeds out of fear,
What goes around sure does come around.
Or is it because of the human need to be accepted
The absolute unquenchable thirst to being loved.
In effect however, compassion is a virtue,
Good deeds are good... reason unquestionable!
To face myself is my greatest fear...
To conquer my reasoning is the other!
I believe in discipline, I believe in hope,
I trust my fear and my composure.
Knowing not where and how,
Sometimes i sense the sly innuendos
I am a certain individual with a chosen character
Is the choice made by me?
Am I just that or am I ignoring the beyond?
I beieve in his existance
And thus I choose to believe in mine!