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Where do we go from here?
Contributed by
xsitm
on
Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 03:05:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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She asked me a simple question
To which I had not one reply
And though the answer I denied
The echoes ring true and clear
To “what exactly is life for?”
And “where do we go from here?”
…Well I’m not a prophet
I thought I found truth but then I lost it
And I can’t tell you how to live your life
But if I had advice,
I’d say make mistakes
Learn your ways for better days
And maybe you may find some truth
You haven’t got a thing to lose
Except a place without a face
That lurks under your skin
Living in veins where it remains
And makes your blood run cold
So I say I have no answers
But don’t let the dark take hold
And maybe at least you may find some peace,
In this world or the next
A place to live and learn from life
Free from the fear of death and strife
But then again don’t just listen to me,
You have to decide for yourself to be free
Just know that though I’ve been fooled before
I’m a fool that can see where he’s been
And what he’s looking for
So where do we go from here?
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2005-12-06 03:05:13]
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Re: Where do we go from here?
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by tiggytom on
Tuesday, 6th December 2005 @ 07:39:01 AM AEST
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Fantastic, I love your style and direction where DO we go?? :)
tnx
Tom |
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Re: Where do we go from here?
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by Jackee_line on
Thursday, 26th October 2006 @ 05:14:06 AM AEST
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| very good poem. |
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