Faith Questions His Duty

Through the narrow of the passageway,
Lives a man of no state,
He rests there when the future comes,
However he excuses himself in the present,
No stories are told, for he knows no lines,
What he remembers, he conserves it,
To keep him company at this age,

His wants and desires are not left untouched,
Rather they can be spotted in his reds,
As each visitor passes him,
He regards himself not alone,
The passage way is a one way ticket,
As if you couldn't tell,

I am this man who writes of your life,
Let me bring up a familiar face,
Faith is how you know me by,
Density is how you comprehend me,
However your feelings towards me are left untouched,
As if I tend to believe now-
In myself.

(11300030)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria