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Too much Pondering Not a Long Enougth Life

Poetry By: THeartnet

As it is I was thinking too hard one day. And this came to mind.

Submitted:Oct 17, 2008    Reads: 161    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I live,

My mind lives and ponders,

Why do I live?

Who do I live for?

Why does the mind ponder this?

I live,

My mind ponders about life,

Why do things happen regardless of good or bad?

Why live to see things?

Why do some believe in things?

I live,

My mind won't stop pondering,

Why live to think of these things?

Why don't we know these things?

Why are we meant to learn them?

I live,

Perhaps this is the reason to live,

Perhaps pondering helps live,

perhaps pondering is the reason to live,

Perhaps I'm pondering to hard this.

I will ponder about something else.


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