-Chris
I walk upon the leaves and cement
the air is as cold as the heart that beats inside me
I am fading like the lines on the road
Am I questioning, am I lacking?
I know the point of it all but what is the point of now?
.
Lights blur around this paper
places to go... people to see...
purposes at the heels of the beams
following the road ahead
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I fill no footsteps though the path before me has been walked before
I stir no dust, I float above it all
I know that I am uncommitted
yet I know what lies behind the door before me
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It is life, It is life with a future
it is life with a purpose and drive
Am I coping with my own indecision or just afraid of what I may become?
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I don't want to age yet I feel strange in my youth,
I feel like a high school kid all over again, torn between two worlds
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this is the point of it all
the point is to question
because if you don't you are never really sure and will float again
I am grounded in my questions
I am not blind and dumb
I believe because I ask, not because I am content
I am content not to know yet may die before I now the answer
I understand the point of that.
help me to understand my point now
I want to do more than ask questions,
I want to have faith
therein lies the answer
therein lies the question
1 comment:
being a dork i forgot to tell you the otherday that i like your poem.
i like your poem.
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