Don't Know Thyself

It is impossible,
To express what you feel.
That is why most people never do it,
And for others it's such an ordeal,

That never ends and comes out in song,
Tirade, fists or sometimes tears,
And that's the nature of emotions,
Just like we don't truly know the source of our fears,

Or likes, or loves or even ourselves,
These are the questions that can keep you occupied,
And someone successful lied to keep you in place,
If he told you otherwise.

But it's alright,
To be kept in your place,
If you have no desire to get anywhere,
Or to look yourself in the face.

Questions

Things always get better,
Before they get worse,
And visa versa, if you want to know,
Consciousness' source,

And if you want to know how to avoid,
Negativity at all,
It's not as easy to say bad comes with good,
'Cause, then, what is it all for?

If opposites have to exist so the other,
Can exist, also,
Where is the freedom that makes humans unique,
Or is the freedom that you'll never know?

It's alright,
What's really the point?
Is it that, really, there is no answer,
Or that the question is never going?