Charade

I am merely a vessel in which emotions may flow
A turbulent sea of questions with no answers
Who is searching for a sea of answers
Which contain no questions
But there are none
There is no way to be completely knowing
Nor I suppose would I be accepting to be all knowing
I am who I am and although turbulent and unstable
I am myself - Someone somebody will love

Someone somebody will love with all their heart
And if I'm lucky all of their soul as well
For we are only human - only as we are
Extensions of those before us
We go day to day with ideas and notions
Placed upon us by years of yesterdays

I am tired of this Charade in which I have been living
Where I act as if I know what is going on
Because reality is that nobody does
We feel independent, yet so dependent
We are secure in ourselves yet vulnerable
And every aspect of everything can change
Our fragile worlds crumbling down before our eyes
Before we have the chance to change a thing

What I can do, I ask myself, is be who I am
Who I was meant to be all along
And all anyone can do is be who they are meant to be
If things are meant to be I need to accept they will happen
Whether I would want them to or not
Because my life is not meant to be a Charade
It is not meant to be acted out according to anyones rules
Anyones rules other than my own
Rules I will guard with my heart
Even when it's breaking