fighting demons

rain after rain after rain..but it keeps raining questions.a thousand faces of life,a thousand lives lived in a moment seems less to live for.maybe we do live a seven lives in each life,because my consciousness keeps drifting between the many states of my self that I inhabit.am I really here or is it just a wave from my sea of thought? a state of being so abstract that I feel merely like an observer of my own life.maybe its this foreign land.I feel so alive when I am home...I see,feel,sense every moment, the joy of existence fills my being to the brim and the consciousness returns that I AM.

The mystical elixir of life in reality lies in the countenance of the mothers,one that gave birth,another that sustains and holds our feet to her ground.