A Mystery of Mysteries

A mystery of mysteries 

this old life given to me 

why do I fight the foe?

within these veins that be?

once upon a time 

I was a glass of champagne 

now I see my reflection 

and all I see are stains? 

a mystery of mysteries 

this old life given to me 

what's it all about?

I hear my lonely soul cry and plea

broken by the ocean?

or the falling branch of a tree?

pushed over by the wind?

or drowning in the sea?

if we are all just a ship

passing through the night

then why do some get to sail

landing on shore in new light?

others get to sink

never knowing sunshine bright? 

the soul is a power?

a uniqueness that every human owns? 

so maybe just maybe 

sometimes our souls can be our foe?