A journey or a walk-a-bout
garnering experience and/or pain
hoarding every happiness
and love, that still remains
Mellowed in remembering
the touch, and look of eye
no harshness, and no sobering
no answer, when, or why
Knowledge just a myth
all that we can know, or think
outlying dogma, just beneath
the razor's edge, racing to the brink
Hearts and spirits wandering
eternity it seems
ever to be pondering
the meanings of
our dreams
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
A journey or a walk-a-bout
garnering experience and/or pain
hoarding every happiness
and love, that still remains
Mellowed in remembering
the touch, and look of eye
no harshness, and no sobering
no answer, when, or why
Knowledge just a myth
all that we can know, or think
outlying dogma, just beneath
the razor's edge, racing to the brink
Hearts and spirits wandering
eternity it seems
ever to be pondering
the meanings of
our dreams
Endlessly we are searching
the yearning not defined
realizing much to late
it's what we'll never
find
:(
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