Pink Triangle (whatcameforth) wrote in xgravexwisdomx, @ 2004-01-29 21:14:00

I wish I had some beautiful, meaningful, soul-filled poetry to post upon this page, but instead, this is what you get:

Why is it that fresh-laid snow will muffle the sounds of footsteps
but will not silence choking sobs?
Why do we search endlessly for satisfaction
when, if we look closely, it’s right at hand?
How can we find our perfect mate
if we can’t even find ourselves?
How long does it take
to empty the lungs of every last breath?
When will we be allowed to give in to temptation
without being ridiculed by the world?
When will we learn
that perfection is only in the mind?
Who in this world is to say
when any man should live or die?
Who knows why the stars move
and we are lost in infinity?
Where can a person find Paradise
if they don’t believe in God?
Where is the end of the earth
if the earth is always round?
Why can’t we answer the questions
that anyone might ask?
How can our bodies live
while we are slowing dying from inside?
When will we be allowed to die
if medicine keeps us alive?
Who will we become
if we squander away our youth?
Where will we end up
if we choose to die right now?

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