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I Ask Myself
Contributed by
THEL0STDREAMER
on
Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 07:24:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I ask myself,
"Is there a reason for my being?"
I ask myself,
"Is this real... this world I'm seeing?"
So many lives
perish in the pitch of midnight.
But so many others shine
with God's given grace and light.
The world's destiny
one may never know.
Yet could it be changed
by saying a simple, "Hello?"
You tell me there's no hope,
only slivers of light remain.
But look into that little light
for there hope slithers through the pain.
As the stars settle among the sky,
they whisper in my ear.
They tell me smile the long lost smile,
smile through the hurtful tear.
I ask myself, "What is the reason?"
The answer I shall never see.
The answers to the questions we ask
may never even be.
I ask not why we go,
I ask not why we stay.
I ask myself why we began,
I ask myself, "What is the meaning of today?"
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THEL0STDREAMER
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2005-06-28 19:24:18] (Date/Time posted on
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