This Life
By RiVeN
Sometimes in the very darkest of night I am awakened by my sudden And overwhelming sense of fright Not knowing what I am asked of Not knowing what is expected How can I live my life to the fullest When as a person I am not respected The answers cannot be found Through a doctor Or a priest I feel as if I shouldn't trouble myself over the thought And to not let the fear turn into grief But let it turn into wonder and curiosity But I shall proceed in haste I do not know what this life is for But my time is limited and is something I wish not to wasteMaybe I'll find the answer. I had that urge to write again Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 03:47 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Sometimes in the very darkest of night..."