Unveiling the mysteries of life
But I always get stuck in one of them
Why do I exist? Why do I survive?
For the sorrow and pain , whom should I blame?
I live , I breathe my hopes and dreams
All my thoughts are preserved in me
The quieries and questions have come uptothe brim
But the answer is something that I can't find.
At times as I stare at the dark ceiling
What is existance? ,I seem to wonder
Is it the hope in me?- the love, the feeling?
Or is it the power to be happy and enjoy grandeur?
If not the whole, but something did I learn
From all the thoughts covering my mind,for awhile
Existance is nothing but a little concern
To doubt it's very reality and remain futile.
~ december 5th, 11.30 am ~
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