Title Unknown(or Who Knows)
By butch
Just when we think we are getting the hang, Of this thing called life, We are handed a different set of rules, And, have to find a way, To circumnavigate existence, and, Contemplate our place in time, And, show just cause for everything we do, To anyone who will listen, And, beg forgivness for things, That we never meant, but, did anyway, And, justify to ourselves, This meager perch we have in reality, Knowing all along that this will, Eventually change, in some small way, To something we have never known, And, probably should ignore, But, being the curious beasts that we are, We will smell the scent, And, once again be off on the chase, To who knows what of where, Losing the hold we have on this known reality, To gradually gain, A new meaning to life, And, open up a path to somewhere unknown, And, ask questions about why, and what, But, we never quite know, The real reasons for why we are here, Do you know?......... Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 02:03 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Just when we think we are getting the hang,..."