Questions of the Day
I wait and I wonder, how did this life come to be? What thoughts run rampant through the mind? What feelings are hidden behind cloudy eyes? What words are trapped behind closed lips? And what is the true meaning of happiness?
When it rains, it pours, then it floods. Water rising to a dangerous level, drowning out sorrow and smiles, laughter and tears. How do you drain such a dense lake of sludge? How does one release all that they have known and all that they have grown to understand, and never look back? I don't know, and I don't think I want to know.
Life is a strange thing anymore. What I once thought was reality, I now understand to be fiction. Everything that I have done and everyone I have come in contact with, seems to be nothing more than a mere memory. But the memories are lost in looking towards the future, looking towards tomorrow, looking at today and looking past yesterday. Where does one look then? To the sky, to follow the second star to the right and on until morning? To the east to see a blazing sun rise, or the west to view a smoldering sunset? To go anywhere and do anything, I have come to realize that a person must not look anywhere, but inside themself.
I thought I knew what I wanted. I still think I have a clue what I need. But the wants and the needs are hard to decipher anymore. What is the ultimate happiness I so longingly search for? Where is this Utopia I dream of? When is the right time to soar into the moonlight? So many questions with answers that are no where to be found. Looking deep within to find them isn't as easy as I had hoped. In doing so, I feel I am at a concrete wall, trying to chip it away with a hat pin. The beloved "needle in a haystack" cliche seems to walk hand-in-hand with everything that I ponder.
So what am I asking for? What do I need or want or hope for? I wish I knew. All I know is that looking inside myself is what I need to do, and it's a task that I cannot give up on. I'm not a quitter, everyone knows that. Therefore, I will never give up on finding out all the answers to the questions I pose, no matter what channels I have to go through. I will never give up the battle, because life is war, and the only way to win, is to fight for what I believe in.
When it rains, it pours, then it floods. Water rising to a dangerous level, drowning out sorrow and smiles, laughter and tears. How do you drain such a dense lake of sludge? How does one release all that they have known and all that they have grown to understand, and never look back? I don't know, and I don't think I want to know.
Life is a strange thing anymore. What I once thought was reality, I now understand to be fiction. Everything that I have done and everyone I have come in contact with, seems to be nothing more than a mere memory. But the memories are lost in looking towards the future, looking towards tomorrow, looking at today and looking past yesterday. Where does one look then? To the sky, to follow the second star to the right and on until morning? To the east to see a blazing sun rise, or the west to view a smoldering sunset? To go anywhere and do anything, I have come to realize that a person must not look anywhere, but inside themself.
I thought I knew what I wanted. I still think I have a clue what I need. But the wants and the needs are hard to decipher anymore. What is the ultimate happiness I so longingly search for? Where is this Utopia I dream of? When is the right time to soar into the moonlight? So many questions with answers that are no where to be found. Looking deep within to find them isn't as easy as I had hoped. In doing so, I feel I am at a concrete wall, trying to chip it away with a hat pin. The beloved "needle in a haystack" cliche seems to walk hand-in-hand with everything that I ponder.
So what am I asking for? What do I need or want or hope for? I wish I knew. All I know is that looking inside myself is what I need to do, and it's a task that I cannot give up on. I'm not a quitter, everyone knows that. Therefore, I will never give up on finding out all the answers to the questions I pose, no matter what channels I have to go through. I will never give up the battle, because life is war, and the only way to win, is to fight for what I believe in.
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