Choices

The soul is a blissful child playing in a field of dreams

They want it to be an adult, they want to play their schemes

They force it to be a grown- up, they beat it till will cry

Then they go and search for meaning in the rubble and pigsty

We also wish to play, stay a child at every age

If we let our soul grow old, we cannot turn back the page

John the Baptist sought the desert, he shunned power and money

He didn’t want a banquet, it sufficed locust and honey

He spoke with words of wisdom telling what had to be said

They thought he was insane, in the end they chopped his head

We also crave the desert and we fancy a simple fare

Of loneliness the burden we are afraid that we can’t bear

There came a pompous man who spoke of money and might

In people’s hearts he stoked fears, and confused wrong from right

The crowd arose in cheers, on his head put a gold crown

In his hand a lightning rod, to his will they all bowed down

We can see the emptiness, we know it’s all a lie

We can’t accept a life where no one can hear our cry

Jesus talked of a reunion, where they played a cheerful tune

He spoke of love and peace, for his dance they called at noon

He did not want to surrender, to the tune of their own song

They nailed him to the cross though they knew he did no wrong

We want to follow Jesus, we want to do what’s right

But the cross is frightening sight and we dance all day and night

The band it kept on playing, making loud deafening noise

The singer kept on shouting empty words with thundering voice

The crowd was stupefied, was numb in mind and soul

It cheered from time to time, acting only a scripted role

We would like to hear the silence, the quiet we want to feel

But to hear our heart a beating deep fear cannot conceal

We were born children of freedom, to out lifer we hold the key

Only we can make the choice if we want to die or be