Conscience at the wall

Am I good or bad?

I just can’t say

I throw my conscience at the wall

But it still conceals its insides

Is external an excuse for actions taken?

Are questions a form of evasiveness?

Life is decision making and nothing else

Free will epitomizes our freedom and our chains

It’s not as simple as having the stars align

For meteors are assured to crash the line

I talk in symbols for the details hit too close to home

And I’ve always been somewhere between the lines

Read what you want for it’s a shifting prism

A maze of mirrors reflecting contorted truth

In search of a masterpiece outside the puzzle’s rules

Man was created in struggle

God’s words resonate ever true

And it’s a fine line between complaining and persevering through