It's What I Choose To Believe

Sitting...pondering....
In one's difference does,
As one follower often do.
There is no conclusion to thought,
No finality to ideas,
Longing heartily to develop,
A much harder process to retain.
Even though progression slow,
It is in me eminent.

Yellow heart,
Still beats bloody red,
Pumped full of impurities,
Corruption of mind's eye,
Seeing all that is wrong,
Not sold on everything right.
If almighty is in me,
And I him, his image,
Faltering not to fail,
By the guide of altered words.

Persuading of choice,
Not so easily swayed,
Sometimes persuasions voice,
Helps to fill in the blank page.
In one's pondering.....puzzled,
Not all ventures deduced in explanation,
Golden heart,
Resilient of ill will,
Beats believing in one's self.

Awake of day dream,
With promise of dream night,
I seal an emblem on my individuality,
Thus thrusts me through,
The steel curtains of time,
Opposed of life's evil.
What is man I think,
Without belief,
The very question why,
I choose to believe.