Inquiring Thoughts

I sit here and meditate,
Silently, I contemplate,
Mysteries so intricate,
And plots of the syndicate.

With written words, I recreate,
Ideas that might penetrate,
These murky waters at the gate,
Perhaps, such is fate.

But dare I ask, the reason why?
The exciting feeling in the sky?
Or broken kin before my eye,
Is it just, that they should die?

Questions asked as old as time,
What truly happens at our time?
One fact is, without a dime,
What matters isn't worth a dime.

Will I persist and thus go on?
Will I return, fresh, new born?
Or be condemned, ripped and torn?
Will I cease and thus begone?

The breath of change, its sweetest scent,
The storm of trials did relent,
The murky waters did I vent,
My countenance is unbent.

But before I bid you adieu,
Here's a thought from me to you,
Strike me and I do feel pain,
But what is another's gain?

© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus