Today posed the question that I've
long from hid.
With an answer, others took their
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
What does tomorrow hold?Where will
the winds of earth take me for a fling?
Ashes to ashes, we all tumble
I've seen one too many frown upon
frown upon frown.
Don't want to believe that this is
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."