Conflicted

Death and life, wrong and right
love and hate, here or there
Lost or found, free or bound
I continue to be at conflict with my self

I do not flow as the river from high to low
My words are always at conflict with what I know
The mind is not at ease, nature does not sing
I am wondering too many things

Do people speak when words are not heard to me
Do people believe only in belief
Do people sing or listen
Do people read or need a reason to be

I have heard a thrown is a lonely place to be
Detached from the people the king needs to be
Only in a dream does one escape meaning
With the words of a song, one can travel through anything