I document my life through poetry and trapping my free thoughts. The purpose is to document the events that control my life. These events have caused me to possess infinite questions and one is am I really alive? I understand my heart beats and I have DNA, but is this what was really meant for me?

A child is born into this world and as an adult I visualize limitless opportunities. It is unbelievable that I used to be one of those children. Now, the unpredictability of life controls every facet of my existence and I can't escape it. My question: How do we find peace.

Adaptation to my surrounding environment is and was created by culture: So what is the Truth? I desperately want the answer and I'm searching to find it. Somewhere along the way the rigors of life took my Soul and I'm trying to get it back. The questions inside are frantically trying to grasp the Truth, but the synapses won't accept what is presented. My mind yearns for more. Why can't I be content with what loves me? I am afraid of myself. Scared of what I am capable of. But I don't even know what that is. People love me but I don't feel the same.

I must live through discipline?