LIFE

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.



LIFE



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9/24/1989

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