Tuesday, May 3, 2011


I see life passing by, like raindrops from the sky.
I try to catch the wind; instead, it sweeps me in.
It swirls out of control, as I keep growing old.

Some days I wonder why, life won’t just let me die.
Instead I must go on, and face each day unarmed.
Why does life seem so cruel, a never-ending duel.

Pondering life’s reasons, with every passing season,
Trying to live each day, not knowing what to say,
Needing to be saved from, a hopeless urge to run.
There is no place to go, I cannot hide and so—
I face each day alone, feeling I don’t belong.
I know it’s bound to end, God only knows just when.


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