Is this life?
Who are we? Where do we come from? Why?
Questions, doubts, fears all travelling beside us
Through the deserts, through the meadows.
The sun’s too hot, the moon too cold.
Never enough.
Tired of waiting, of hoping, of asking ‘why?’.
Whether spoken or silent, the battle with feelings ending in treaties, compromises.
Was that it? Was it worth it?
Atoms, maybe strings, I, You, We, all the same.
So is this life? Just cruel imagination?
Very witty questions, indeed.
Thank you and welcome.
Emoseb said this on August 12, 2007 at 9:10 pm |
Bit of self-reflection there, Spaz?
Well you know my mind, always spinning with something 😉 .
zaphodfreek said this on August 13, 2007 at 6:13 am |
I can so relate to that. Thanks for sharing your symptoms.
Yes, I can see you relating….. and with you I’ll share my feelings anyday! Luv ya, SP
garshleyentertainment said this on August 30, 2007 at 10:53 am |