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Purpose: the eternal question, doubt, fear, and thought.


Submitted:May 20, 2011    Reads: 31    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


Today posed the question that I've long from hid.
With an answer, others took their bid.
What do I think of purpose; what do I feel of now?
To god, to life, to death and strife, it seems I always take a bow.
But do I believe it; are the dreams dreamt of a life tomorrow
past a life today?Is there a me beyond the white-light flow?
Or am I planned to be a butterfly, high in the soaring sky,
or a whale, depths of water making me pale and cry?
What does tomorrow hold?Does it hold anything?
What does tomorrow hold?Where will the winds of earth take me for a fling?
Ashes to ashes, we all tumble down.
I've seen one too many frown upon frown upon frown.
Don't want to believe that this is the end.
Have I done all that I've wanted, have I made the right choices…the right friends?
And to all those that stop for a nothingness past this day,
of life, of worldly matter, of love, I say, "Do it anyway."




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