In this world of individuality

Can there be sin?

It is a great quest

To find yourself within

But can there be sin?

Can there be sin?

 

I can speak of another time,

An earlier time 

of Goodness and Grace

Mercy and Selflessness

A time of great carelessness

of what others thought of me.

 

A time without worry

Without strife

Without fear of who I am

Becoming,

of where this world is

Going,

of how I could be a

Light;

All I saw was You.

 

But today

 

I marvel at the sights,

The places, and most especially 

The sounds.

They drown out my voice

And I find that I cannot speak.

 

Do I live for You? Oh, how do 

I live for You!

This world breeds nothing but animosity,

an affectivity of hate for all things 

including You;

Is nothing but an emotional state of

individuality, for-ever seeking acceptance

and guidance from self-anointed, center-

seeking creatures;

Will never be anything but disgraceful and

a continual smack in the face.

 

To live for You is to be an outcast

And that is someting worth risking

In this world of individuality.