why

do you believe in wind only when the air moves? do you believe in a feel good story even though it lacks depth? do you believe in friends who praise when there is something for all? do you believe in enemies when strikes are made to point your error? do you believe in the harsh heated desert only when there is a lack of fresh water? do you believe in mind over matter even though matter wins eventually? do you believe in passion over logic when passion gives meaning? do you believe in the ends justifying the means? do you believe that the soul cannot erase what the flesh has chosen? do you believe in cheap grace where one does not need to actually sacrifice? do you believe in transformation only when it is transactional? do you believe in hate only when the hurt has gone deep? do you believe in flowers but lack the eye for green grass? do you feel an ignition because the saints died for nothing? human patterns do not change, human hearts are hard to read, human behavior can be reinterpreted, the human tongue comes out an infinite amount of lies, but can you can catch a lie? lies are what you go after, lies are what you crave, lies are when you part with money - your crown jewel. so tell me why - why do you believe that everything that has happened was not a narration of your own story? that is you. you. you. all the choices in life, truths and lies, pleasure versus suffering, righteous causes versus a convenient excuse, it was always you. me. i. reversed roles and we are all leaving footprints in the sand. but unlike sand from the beach, this sand of time is never erased, never washed out, never truly unmade, for angels and demons both have made their play, you, me, i chose our sides. and yes, demons come as friends, angels and gifts. it's always been that way, they too wear many hats. do you see? do you hear? do you sense? does your skin tingle? do you believe? do you? do you?